Turning
So it is Autumn in Boulder, Colorado.
It is Autumn in Philadelphia. It is Autumn in North Conway. It is Autumn in my mind.
It is time to turn a new leaf so to speak. The Aspens in Boulder and vicinity are passing through an excellent golden yellow. I'm thinking the sycamores and maples on the other side of the country are getting or gone vermillion and other neat words for red.
The 25th of October is approaching. I will be back in the Philadelphia suburbs soon deciding what exactly to do with myself now. Lately I've been enjoying creature comforts and trying to begin to digest all the activities of the past three months or so.
Things to read, things to write, expressive energy to apply in some way- some way beside simply physically pushing up some incline from low to high place- something more cerebral but still to do with lifting, lifting up: up-lifting.
It is Autumn in Philadelphia. It is Autumn in North Conway. It is Autumn in my mind.
It is time to turn a new leaf so to speak. The Aspens in Boulder and vicinity are passing through an excellent golden yellow. I'm thinking the sycamores and maples on the other side of the country are getting or gone vermillion and other neat words for red.
The 25th of October is approaching. I will be back in the Philadelphia suburbs soon deciding what exactly to do with myself now. Lately I've been enjoying creature comforts and trying to begin to digest all the activities of the past three months or so.
Things to read, things to write, expressive energy to apply in some way- some way beside simply physically pushing up some incline from low to high place- something more cerebral but still to do with lifting, lifting up: up-lifting.