The setting summer sun
Walked around the bayou and picked up my tiki torches – a woman on the porch called to me as I carried the three to the LaLa – “are those your beacons of light?” – yes I said, do you live there? – no I’m babysitting, my daughter lives here – I said I’m working on the house right around the bend, the interminable house – she said “this is an interminable house too – the porch is halfway done” – there it is, I said – yep, she answered.
The sun was setting in a big fiery orange ball on the horizon – last days of summer.
I was headed to the Ogden to see Bob Andrews tonight and last minute after getting dressed, blew it off, to stay home and read my funny book SuSu sent me that kept me up all night and my latest garden books by Edwina von Gal. Tomorrow is Italian night, tonight needs to be tranquil night.