paisleypiper's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- fall day The quality of today in light, weather and raindrops swirled around me and whispered the sweet stories of fall. I fall in love in the fall just before the first frosts soothe the trouble kicked up in the dusty sun. I fall in love in the fall; it is, after all a good time to fall. The leaves have figured it out and have let go just at the end of their prettiness. They just get tired of resisting the gravity of the situation. And it�s beautiful, really. Fall is a good time to fall or glide or even slip. I fall in love with the same person over and over again. I�m as predictable as those leaves. The more times you fall in love with the same person the better at it you become. I recommend it. Today was the perfect kind of fall day. It rained in large plopping drops that made sounds on the windows and yet the wind did not howl. Today was a great day for going into the city wearing a funny hat. For jumping in puddles and not getting wet. For leaving a huge tip for a tired waitress at a diner with long flat feet and round stiff hair. For riding the train to watch people ride the train with their little practicalities and economies � some perfected and others newish. A day for letting go of making sense and just sounding like a small horn section in a hazy bar. 9:22 p.m. - 2006-11-27 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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