Wednesday, September 10, 2008


The last flighty days of summer have come. The moon, just past first quarter was haloed in red last night. The morning muffled in fog.
I wear shorts in a “last hurrah” defiance to the mornings damp chill, knowing n by mid-day it will be “hot”. But I also wear a a red and green tartan wool shirt, acknowledging the chill clinging to larger portions of the day. It is a beautiful inbetween-ness approaching equinox
It’s time to cut back the fallen and failed, under brilliant sapphire skies at mid-day..