Indian Summer

I opened the door this morning to be enveloped in the smell of autumn leaves. Half fallen—half fresh and fluttering. I feel like I'm swimming in the air. I can't tell where my skin ends and the air begins. Breathing it is effortless. The sun is so soft, it feels like a warm hand on my arm. It took me an hour in a patch of sun to drink my coffee this morning. All the nasty, noisy birds are gone. I miss the mourning doves, crows and hummingbirds. I feed the crows, so I bet my neighbors are glad most of those are gone. I feed the hummingbirds too and I've held one in my hand twice. Another time one got into my studio. I think the females can actually be friendly. Maybe I'm nuts.

If I want to hang onto a little bit more summer I've only got two hours on the other side of the house in the early afternoon. Maybe I'll go out then and read or paint.

I stayed up till three last night. I didn't wake up till nine so I feel fine. I kept having all these wonderful ideas about things I could do before I went to bed. Like watching "Lie to Me" on my computer. Changing all my online accounts to a different charge card number. Hunted the house for a specific piece of cardboard I just had and misplaced. It just kinda got away from me. I exercised my almost super-human powers of self control by not trying out the new idea I had for doing my nails or look for sealing wax, which I decided is a perfect way to seal the packages from my store. Seems sort of silly now…