October 6, 2013

Three weeks after the last one I’ve seen, there comes another False Dawn. It’s on the thin edge of degrees in the 40s now out there on the ramada patio, and surely it will have come to freeze for a few moments on the open, riverbottom bermudagrass pastures. The house has slowly come to be more closed up in the night, and now for the first time both doors are shut against cold night air.