Tuesday, September 7, 2010

The In-Between

I rose from a night's rest and pulled on sweats, then socks. The windows were buttoned up and we went about our morning in the quiet style that grey skies are prone to bringing.

The sun crept higher, illuminating the drear, reflecting the brightest version of dull. The sweatshirt was traded in for a long sleeved knit, which was traded in for a run-of-the-mill t-shirt. As the layers took flight, the windows inched up, breathing life and possibility into these walls.

This is the kind of air that inspires action. I will clean my entire house today! I will go for a walk! I will make something entirely satisfying for dinner!

The verdict is still out on exactly what this day holds. Perhaps, at its end, I will burrow into medium-weight blankets nourished and stretched, in a home sparkling clean. Or maybe I will simply lose myself in air tempered so plum-perfectly as to render it an afterthought.

I adore this in-between. Rising to the promise of autumn, being swept into the deliciously brief bite of late summer, then mellowing with the lavender sun into skies that darken at just the right time.

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