Day of Labor.

The sun has not yet cleared an eastern hill, so that it doesn’t yet light up every tree in the yard yet, so it feels as though I’m up terribly early, and am setting some sort of awakened record. The truth is, however, any number of people are already up and at their days. Speaking Continue reading Day of Labor.

The night outside

The night outside is ringing like a bell, thanks to the grasshoppers and crickets. The night air is warmer than I am used to it, or have been used to it in past summers. The sun is down an hour earlier than it had been down at the height of summer, when I was still Continue reading The night outside