She came quietly one night in late August, not disturbing the slumber of the small river side town. She nestled in a little slow, combing her corn husk hair; a little lonesome and in need of company.
Would they welcome her? She wasn’t as wild and entertaining as her sister. She never danced on table tops in a mini skirt or kissed boys in the surf. Not this plain Jane, the one with her nose in a book, who would rather hike through the woods in boots and relax before a warm fire in plaid pajamas.
When the town folk stretched from their rumpled beds that morning, they could feel her in the crisp dawn, smell her musk and homeliness. Even her song of mourning doves sighing carried on the easy air. Some of them groaned and packed up their books and lunches; some opened their windows wide, looked to the clear blue of the sky and said “Autumn’s here,” with a soft smile as if remembering an old friend.
Lovely! So glad to see you got back into it, and what a lovely start! I just got the email from the professor…he seems wildly laid back and relaxed. Such a relief over the rigidness of the workshop. I was just thinking about Hamlet Gerard today on my walk at lunch…then on the ride home on the bus, my friend and I were talking about how invigorating the change of seasons can be, especially spring and fall. Something’s in the air…it’s bringing out the creativity in all of us….
Yes, it does. This season inspires me the most. It holds a different kind of magic from any other…much like thunderstorms.
Very nice!! I’m so ready for the Fall now!!
i want more! lol i’m like a junkie for your writing