i stole my morning

the kettle has yet to screech its announcement but i am anticipating the great pleasure of warmth the cup in my hands will bring.  this september morning's light ever so slightly different than august mornings. the chill i ward off with a scarf and hat, forever a true vermont grrl, layering.  there is a resolve to go to the beach, to stretch the summer to its limits.  but i am finding pleasure, perhaps even comfort in summers finality.