September 7th, 2009


Sigh, Clops

I checked the mail box twice this afternoon before I finally remembered that it was Belabor Day and there would be no mail. Call me dumbass.

Much of the afternoon and evening were taken up by nonagenarian drama. Later, deer passed along the moon-washed street twice. I could barely make them out, but one was a young fawn who trotted by quickly, its hooves making soft clops on the pavement.

The day was mild, and night is turning quite chilly, but the days will be in the 90s again by Wednesday. Try as you might you won't win, summer! Autumn will soon devour you!

Waiting for the next leaf to fall.