Tonight

Was sitting outside this evening. Saw a star peeking at me through the defiantly golden leaves on my tree, leaves which refuse to fall. It was perfectly framed between three branches. When I came out an hour later, the cheeky orb was peeking out from behind a different branch. In that moment I felt a oneness with that star, as if we two were playing a little game of hide-and-peek.

Much later, sitting on the patio again, catching up on Twitter. This was followed by a slow perusal of my small home, checking for the sluggish flies that are trying to escape into my home before winter arrives. Silent curses ensue since my idiot daughter has put the fly swatter in a place I cannot find. Thanks for that.

Winter is coming, and I am not merely quoting George R. R. Martin. I can feel it in the air, the crispness beginning to have a bite to it, that familiar sting of the lungs that takes until late February to get used to. Yes, winter is coming.