October 23, 2017 (Monday)

by Yule Heibel on October 22, 2018

Confusion, yet knowledge. Clarity, but muddied. Seeing, obscured by a mesh.


Then, mortality. It creeps up on us all.

Yesterday was a day of being sloth-like. A. called; we had a good, long conversation about a lot of things. W. and I drove to Manchester-by-the-Sea (so pretentious) and walked the Masconomo loop (Curtis Point).

Now I’m looking out the window: the trash maples did well this summer – they are in full color glory now, almost gory …red, rust, orange, gold. I need to cut them down. It’s cloudy. By Tuesday night we should have rain, into Wednesday. Indian summer might be waning.

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