Autumn '03

Autumn 

It comes with some hesitancy this year, reluctantly 
drawn down around the hurricane's swirl, but enough to 
know it lurks off to the north somewhere. 

Somewhere fresher, not enmeshed in this mildly 
uncomfortable dampness, this "room" temperature, 
although not perfectly right- a breeze and I reach for 
my windbreaker, only to sweat a bit beneath it. On 
those occasions when the sun shines, it feels almost 
tropical to this unaccustomed skin. 

The sky for a day or two before the storm was 
extraordinary. Great mixes of forms and color, rainbows
following on bright blue interrupted by bold cumuluous 
mounds and sweeping horsetails, like a painter's 
catalog of skies. Now it is back to hazy, not this nor 
that, for those paintings where the artist does not 
want attention drawn upwards. 

Ten days apart, more than enough to see the movement of
the season, the turning of the leaf, if I were fully 
aware. Long enough to forget some choices of words, the
degree of subtle tilt of the head, the depth of slight 
tension around the mouth, the richness of color in the 
eyes, the warmth to the light sweep of her touch. I 
need her near, to break my cloudy crystalline shell so 
I can smell the breeze again, feel the fresh give and 
coolness of the grass on my toes.

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