October 28th, 2012

caillebotte_man at his window


The sun was hanging around all afternoon, and me wearing my warm jacket. The chilly house and the breeze fluttering the leaves fooled me into thinking it would be chilly outside. At least I don't have a hoodie on under the jacket. But October does that. So does April, but April is way on the other side of winter. I ought not to think about April. Thinking how far off it is will make me sad, and today October didn't. I watched translucent, sunlit, cirrus clouds feathering across the bright blue sky, and they sent my thoughts voyaging. How many places I could be that I'm not— but today it didn't matter. The dancing trees sent light everywhere, and that was enough.

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