Friday, October 7, 2011

Crisp

Blue sky above.
Hoar frost coming up through the sand in the shadows.
Raspberry brambles edged in frost.
Brilliant red winterberry.
Birds flitting in and out of the brush.
Crisp fall air.
Tights and gloves.
The perfect mid-October morning run.

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Yesterday morning, Sam told me that her hands were cold in the car on the way to daycare. So, this morning, with the thermometer reading not even 40 degrees, I got out her winter hat and mittens. When Ryan put on her mittens, Sam commented, "no more cold hands." Of course, it came out more like, "no maur tol ans," but you get the idea :-) Such a smart little cookie!

4 comments:

sn0m8n said...

You're writing poetry now...

Sparkplug said...

Nah, that is too kind. Just bored with the normal paragraph styling I usually use :-)

Scout said...

I think it qualifies as poetry. Who needs to be held to a stinkin' rhyme scheme?!

Sparkplug said...

Ha! Thanks Val :-) Hope you're enjoying this summer weather, and can't wait to hear how the job goes next week!!!