22 September 2016


these first days of autumn always feel like the changing of the guard. summer is over, dark knits eclipse white cottons, soups and stews simmer the hours away, mornings dawn chilly and crisp, shadows fall drowsily across the faces of brownstones, yellow school buses sail down columbus avenue, and the air is spiced with sweet apples and smoke from the chimneys. i welcome these days, i celebrate these days, when slowness and stillness reign supreme.

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