Wednesday, September 15, 2004

Yesterday the drumming monk walked by my house, singing this time. Either there is something Very Significant about his return or maybe he just lives nearby.

This morning, I saw my breath on the porch outside. I was standing there next to it. I'm not ready for cool or cold weather but there is a seduction going on in the way the air is cooler and easy to breathe, the flowers are brilliant, and the shadows are getting longer. I'm being lured into a new season that it hard to resist.