It’s chilly outside this morning, finally full-on fall. The leaves are late this year here in southern Illinois, but they had already changed and started to fall in Virginia and West Virginia where I was at this time last week. So I get to experience the changing colors twice, which is not a bad thing.
It’s a low-energy day, though. Time to unpack the final suitcase that lies peeking from beneath the bed like a secret reproach. But I feel a need to recover a bit first, to refill the store of images in my mind, to enjoy the fruits of others’ labors: maybe a favorite Margaret Atwood book, or the ancient, sappy, charming film, The Enchanted Cottage, or even an episode of Jeeves and Wooster, Season Four. Despite the sunshine, I need respite, retreat.