Saturday, September 18, 2010


She said things were starting to flow.  Move along.  Which was strange, given that winter seemed to be cat-calling from the north.  Letting everyone know that it was close on their heels.  Trying to make them all shake and shiver with the fear of what might be coming down the pipe.

But she told me to pay no mind to all of that.  To keep the summer's sun in my heart.  It would be more than enough to keep things moving freely.  With the fluidity of maple sap in spring.