. Warm enough to sleep on top of the sheets. The cat spends the night on the cool floor.
. I just want to drink coffee all day. And maybe make a pie, even though I am not one who makes pies, but once a year it seems like a good thing to do. Has rhubarb season passed? This galette has been beckoning for far too long…
. We both kick off our shoes and press the bottoms of bare feet into the library’s carpet. Artists, musicians, administrators, piano technicians, moms, dads… all here just to be still for a little while.
. But a bagel really does sound like the perfect thing and I’m salty to have to decline it. At least there is the anticipation of espresso.
. The mosquitos have arrived and we move back inside.
. Lager and Pale Ale. Remnants of Canada.