not a fireplace, but still answering a primal need for fire

“All things on earth point home in old October: sailors to sea, travelers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken.”
– Thomas Wolfe

Today I ran quickly through the city, legs pumping in silent argument with the chill air that wanted me to shiver, wanted me to go home, wanted me to hunker down out of its wide territory. Step, step, step. My lungs worked briskly, pumping out puffs of white into the air. Blocks from home I stooped to gather up handfuls of leaves, these round and yellow, these oval and red, these jagged and scarlet. I smiled and ran, wondering if leaves were spilling from my pockets, wondering if others saw my secret harvest of jewel-toned impermanence.


2 thoughts on “Autumn

  1. Nicole says:

    Lovely shot and I love the new banner.

    I am CRAVING the cooler air. We had one week about a week ago… just a taste of the chill and the drier air, but a southerly wind has left us with another hot and sticky week and another week of my battling with the air conditioner. We keep the temp at 84 degrees F (at 85 this summer when hubby was unemployed) in the house. That means that at this point in the year, when the temp hovers around 86 or 87, the ac won’t kick on very often anyway. But doors and windows can’t remain open, because of the humidity. ugh.

    We do have some semblance of autumn here in FL, but this year it looks like we won’t taste it until November.

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