What Do You Want to Make Happen?

I woke up cold this morning.

That’s not much different than any other morning.

The advent of AC and onset of the 40’s means Les keeps the AC turned low to combat her discomfort.

My comfort be damned!

I get 50’s era advice one would expect from a cardigan clad Dad.

“Put on a sweater if you’re cold.”

But I don’t sleep in a sweater.

I don’t sleep in much more than shorts, and even then, begrudgingly.

Not that I slept in the nude for almost all of my adult life.

I wore a watch.

No, this morning was a Fall morning that people like to write about.

You know, sun on the still water, orange red sky, crisp chill air.

You’ve read it before.

You’ve felt it before.

You know what I’m talking about.

Fall.

Like you see it in your mind, like it’s supposed to be, like the poets of old meant in small New England towns.

There was coffee. There were a few moments of quiet contemplation.

Then the day began and the silence went the way of the sunrise.