Thursday, August 8, 2013

So Close

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I know it’s only August and so maybe this is wishful thinking on my part, but it sure does feel like Fall.  There is a certain tang in the air, a certain slant of the light.  A crispness, I suppose.  The apples are ripening.  The evenings are chilly.  I want to wear this skirt, I want it bad.  I worked on it this morning, beside the open window, watching a rabbit eat my tomatoes frolic in the garden. There was hot coffee, and carrot cake for breakfast.  The sky was a cloudless blue.  Life was good.  I noticed the yarn was running out.

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And then it did.