Saturday, October 1, 2011

Vermilion


Vermilion feels like:
Fresh bread for breakfast, hot from the brick ovens.
Kabocha squash and chioggia beets at the farmstand.
New and old friends coming together to celebrate baby boys to be.
The first nudge of cold in the damp, wind-tossed night.

It feels like quiet joy.

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