autumn
October 20, 2016 § 4 Comments
It was a day like so many, an indecisive in between; cool breezes and scorching sun. I waited on my daughter’s bus, curled into our porch chair, book in hand and sandals kicked aside. Propping my feet onto the little side table, I marveled at the sensation of heat against my heels as the air chased my coat collar closer to my chin.
I’ve been savoring these afternoons in between, steeping in the late afternoon sun. Our dog and I collect painted leaves while the wind tugs recklessly at my hair. Wandering our neighborhood I gather the discarded riches of bare limbs, golds and reds I will later find forgotten as I empty pockets to launder pants.
There’s magic in the brevity of this moment and I’m in no hurry to forecast early flurries or daydream of daffodils.
scribblechic 
Out of curiosity, what was you reading? I’m always curious about people’s reading habits. When I see people with a book on the bus I want to ask them what it is. I restrain myself 🙂
I most recently read The Woman in Cabin 10 by Ruth Ware, but I’ve been shamelessly downloading free teasers on my e-reader. It’s fall and I have an itch to bury myself beneath layers of stories.
P.S. Friends, strangers, it doesn’t matter – I always ask about titles.
Oh, you’ve started a daydream for me:). To be sitting on the porch, feeling a warm breeze, with a good book. Heaven.
It’s the little things. Right? Wishing I could slip away this afternoon with a hot coffee and new title.