A whir of minutes turn to hours and before I can glance up, the day is over. One glimpse back over my shoulder, regaling moments clipped on the pegboard in my mind, registered as memories, helping to remember. These days have been filled with life, with joy, and finally with the crisp air of the season changing…crimson and ochre.
I’m not sure where the weeks have went or when the words slowed…but I’m anxious to be back here…writing, living, communicating. I’ll be back, famous words re-spoken. So many things are on my mind, ready for a day of quiet clarity to sort through it all. It’s coming and until then, enjoy a memory unclipped from August at the fair.
until then…
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