In the Air

Tucker and Colby and I took a walk today.  On porches were perched pumpkins, prepared to welcome beggars later this week.  We stopped at the bottom of the hill, to swing at the park and to eat grass.  The sun was shining and the leaves, at their peak, fluttered around us like golden glitter.  It was palpable, the sense that the end of October is near.

Trick or Treating is not on our family's agenda this year.  Tucker has a costume, and we may put it on him, if we need another excuse to take pictures of him.  And we could dress Celia up too, like WonderWoman or a butterfly, like an astronaut or a lady bug.  But we won't.  It wouldn't matter what costume we chose for her. She will fly.

JEB