I am getting somewhere with this story that I've been writing for months, and I am elated. Also, I went on a long walk with Oks. and Marco today, and it was lovely--we decided it was an evening we'll remember when we're sixty: orange spilling out from kitchen and dining room windows as families sit down for dinner, dead leaves starting to fill lawns, the air crisp and smelling occasionally like dryer sheets, the sky steel and grim.
Instead of drinking tea like I usually do, I had a stem of concord grapes from Dad's grapevines when we walked today, and they were cold and delicious. I'm ready to curl up and sleep to the sound of rain pattering against my window, but alas, rain shies away from the forecast here in Eastern Washington, and I will have to make do with the sound of piano solos floating* towards me from my laptop. I love you, and good night.
*Can sound waft? Because that's what this music is really doing.
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