When I came outside, it was perfectly balmy for a late October day. The sky was gray, but tinged with high flat clouds, fading golden at the edges. The leaves were twirling and whirling so forcefully today I thought they might burst into the doors of the car and stick there like little knives.
When I was little, I imagined autumn leaves smelling like drying tobacco as we buried our tiny bodies in giant piles of that dry must. Today I am treasuring every gorgeous moment and memory of the fading beauty that is this life on Earth.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
It turned out to be a beautiful Saturday and I just finished up scouring the Casa: put everything in its place, vacuumed, scrubbed the floors and cleaned the bathrooms. What's next? I don't know. I think I'm gonna clean up and go on an adventure and shoot some photos. It's a beautiful, gorgeous day and I'm happy to be alive.