“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan


the lake: early evening, coming home

never mind that we're back into 3 digit temperatures.
this weekend was full of telling summer goodbye.

perhaps because it is the end of our 4 day summer work weeks;
perhaps because the lake was so smooth,
lines of different blues in the distance like mirages on the water.
perhaps the silence under the sky,
the water icy cold once again.

the haze of wildfires hung low in the sky
and we drifted under the almost full harvest moon.

perhaps that.

perhaps because there was baseball in the afternoon,
football in the evening.
perhaps all of that, perhaps none.
perhaps just a knowledge in our souls,
passed down through generations,
part of us still linked to the movements of the stars.


perhaps it was the black paint under my fingernails,
autumn always calling me to draw;
the cooler evenings filling me with a different energy.
like the cat, i am tempted to run up the sides of trees,
and back down again.



  1. it IS a different energy. and cutie pie, it ain't nothin' but good.

    we are cats, together, running the trees...

    love and cool nights to you. xo

  2. I am tempted to run up, but I think I might like to stay there a while before running back down...

    summer is slipping away ever so gently...and as always, i fall in love with fall.

    hoping the cooler days come back soon again as well


  3. There is a different kind of energy with the approaching cooler evenings. I can feel it in the air and it feels delicious. Now running up and down the trees, I might let you do that. I think I will just walk outside and howl at that moon tonight.

  4. Love that last line.

    It's my favourite time. The shorter days bring me comfort, as does the cooler temps...most people think I am crazy, but those poor fools don't know what they are missing. ;)


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