This morning I rowed through pink cotton candy. Sculling at dawn on the Connecticut River, as I passed the mouth of Grant Brook and the sun rose over the shoulder of Smarts Mountain to the east and lit up the first fall colors on the hills to the west, the first warm rays of the sun lifted fog off the surface of the river and turned it pink. I rowed through these pink clouds, and as I headed home the clouds turned orange as the sun rose further. With fingers chilled by the 40-degree morning, I was glad to be out on such a beautiful day.
David Kotz 