Friday, August 5, 2011

The Inevitable


Last night, after dinner, I was sitting next to the open kitchen window, and I felt it, a quick little chill, a change in the air.  Of course, my natural response (yours too, I expect) is to grab some yarn and start knitting a warm sweater.  I’m not saying it isn’t 86 degrees here today, because it is, and the sun is blaring down as usual, and the grass is brown and dead and  the sky is white with hazy heat.  Well, I guess I can’t explain it.