On the first day late in the summer when it truly begins to smell of autumn, and the chill is something of a comfort, and the rain gets a little on your clothes when you go outside, that is a time to think of sitting quietly for hours, being lazy, sharing a blanket, warming her toes, laughing, letting her rest her head on your chest. Breathing slowly. And sometime making coffee. And baking cookies. And watching an old movie. And falling in and out of sleep.
It is best to think less about this as the day wears on. And to direct your mind to a book. Walk to the store. Write emails and letters. Find a glass for whiskey. And wait.
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