it was cool. the air was cool in coming home.
the promise of fall made manifest.
the streets quiet.
me padding down the sloping hill.
and there came a push: remember this.
the thought leaned into me.
remember this. this sacred time of night. this alone time. this feel of the air. this ritual that has made your life these last few years, remember this. your days by the river are numbered. these carefree days--untouched and totally afraid--are numbered.