Saturday, October 22, 2011

This Saturday sense.




On some Saturdays, when the temperature's made a mad dash toward the cool, and the air conditioning's been shut off for a season, the wood floor feeling so unlike it ever has in a long line of months, fleece pants being worn for the a first time, on some Saturdays (so much like this one), it feels like a long-time-coming fulfilled requirement to still be under these scattered covers, and just this much past noon, too. And there is change in the air to add to this sunshine streaming in, these chilled toes, this day in absolutely no rush to be defined.

2 comments:

SJ said...

Just amazed it gets cold like that in Florida...

Mel said...

I just amazed that you can say so, so much in just two sentences--and darn good ones too. :-)