Lucy heading home from a walk – Nov 5, 2006

It’s November today.  I was loafing on the couch listening to music on my MP3 player and knitting.  And all of a sudden I realized that all the music I was choosing was kind of moody, fall-ish music.  And even thought it is a beautiful sunny day here, my body remembers fall.

It’s the time of year where leaves swirl in the air and then land to make colorful arrangements on the grass.  Pumpkins.  The smell of wood smoke.  Lentil soup and crusty bread.  Knitting.  Cold noses.  Gloppy tomatoes rotting in the garden bed.  Black plastic boots with a red stripe at the top.  Rain.

I’m not sad or nostalgic, really.  Just aware of how fifty three years of knowing that kind of fall doesn’t just leave your cellular makeup after just one year in the tropics.  It’s in there, really in there, and I’m glad.