Monday, September 28, 2009

overnight

It smells like fall this morning: earthy spices turned up by a clawing wind and whipped into an autumnal recipe overnight, so that when I stepped onto the front porch with Janie at my heels, the nostalgia took my breath away. Autumn always pulls my mind toward home.
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