I am not in Charleston today.

Today is a brilliant fall day. The leaves have all pretty much come off the trees, but the sky is bright blue. I can see the river across the street again; in summer, the foliage blocks the view. The frosty nights have not yet completely decimated the garden. Sure, the morning glories and zinnias are gone but the roses are thriving and the calendula are having one last mad fling. I love to sit on the front steps in the autumn sun and enjoy these last glorious moments.

“Everything dies, baby, that’s a fact. But maybe everything that dies will some day come back.”

This weekend will be given over to house cleaning and getting my life back under control, but for now I’m going to soak up the sun.