*Sunday interlude*

I just again stole the time (*points to self ß #1 Most Wanted Time Bandit*) to run again in the cemetery.  It’s only 55 F and I was in short-everything but that inspired me to run hard enough to heat myself by thinking of…hrm .

Now leaning against old Jeptha Wade’s monument and sloshing down a refreshment while typing a word or two.

Ah…so this crispness and baby-stark freshness is what fall’s all about—not bad!  *listens to the wind tease the surrounding trees’ leaves into a changeable imminence*

Just remember all time is your time—my time is zoned-away