Here I am at my Real job. I work with some fantastic people, who are for the most part patient, caring and kind. I have been a nurse for a long time but as you can see, I am thinking of the Land of Baggaraggs, even at "work."
Sunday, August 21, 2011
And so my thoughts are creeping towards the fall.I begin to long for cooler weather, with the brush of cobwebs on my bare neck at night when I walk Albert. I think of closing my door on the dark, imagining that I am turning the dead-bolt just in time to keep out the stealthy thing that was following me up the walk. I long for the smell of cinnamon, apples and pumpkins baking in my oven.That aroma makes its way like an Autumn fog to the studio.