In the Gloaming...

i sit with the gloaming...

sleeveless...

barefoot...

70°...

january...

the warmth like a heavenly hand...

laid upon me...

 a plane passes over...

 a dove calls...

sounds eliciting an old memory...

another place...

another time...

gypsy blood...

back then...

called to wander

but this day's end...

after 63 revolutions around the sun...

i just want to go home...

then i realize...

i am home...

and somehow...

that makes me...

sad...

a visual taste of fall.........

 how wonderful....and magical... to walk out this

morning and see my world blanketed in fog.

 my mind immediately went to breezy...crisp

fall mornings.

 fall always evokes an excitement in me...

 flowers curling up for a long winters sleep....

 unlike these poor souls... burnt crisp from this brutal

summer heat.

 even with the mugginess of this sultry summer morning...

 i could feel the breeze from a multitude of  sighs...

from flora and fauna...

 earths creatures....

for this visual taste of fall.....