Driving around, randomly thinking of this or of that. Autumn smells of sweet green gone golden. Color filters on sunlight, mauve morning, apricot dawn. Filling out property tax forms at town hall, forgetting Ted’s frames to present him before someone takes over his office and won’t hang them up. Listening to talk on the radio, realizing that I agree with most liberal policies but conflict where they want to make policy into law. Shaking from cold in the shop–how many more years must I do this?
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"I will breakfast from the cupboard where uneaten dreams are kept"
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Wouldn’t it be lovely to do nothing but write without having any worries? I am sending you the warmth of sunlight to keep you from the chill in your shop.
Oh thank you, it’s snuggly and soft and warms me down to the bone.
:o)