At three this morning, I awoke wit a cough and a stuffed nose: the dreaded house-full-of-hot-air had arrived. It arrives sometime in the latish Fall. The long warmth and sun of September misled me. I thought it was summer.
If that was so, this is early Autumn.
I should have known otherwise when the leaves I could see from my bed disappeared. All that’s left out there are some gloomy oak trees with brown leaves.
Now out of my north window, the oak tree must have had a fight. The leaves are yellow, brown and green. All on the same branch.
I’m happy now–with my pot of tea drunk and my oat bran warm in my belly. And–the humidifier snorting mist at me. Ahhhhhh…