I'm amazed at what I've taken for granted the last twenty years or so.
Here on the East Coast, the autumn days are stunning, in the actual sense that you stare at a tree with no thoughts buzzing and yapping in your feverish head for a few blessed seconds, just gawking at the branches and the leaves.
Deep blue sky, red and yellow and pink (I swear, pink) leaves drifting down.
I've got to get a rake, but man it's pretty.
Four days before the madness ends and then I don't know what I'm going to do with myself.
Have to start writing about the theater again, I suppose.
Now, that's something we're going to have to fix.