It’s dark when I wake, and the air blowing through the screen is chilly. I see the sunrise through the bathroom window. There are asters now, and apples are on the way. The tourist throngs will dwindle, and perhaps the price of lobsters will go down. Before the cold, I walk in the cool.
September is my favorite month of the year. With September comes the fall, the leaves will change and my birthday will arrive. Officially I will enter 'fogiedom" this year, I think?
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