October 16th 2001
Orange, Orange Everywhere...
hot cider, red red leaves, that pine needley smell, a bowl of warm chili in the wind, colors falling on cars, warm sun, cool air, biking through trees-in-the-face, coffee in the morning, my blue sweatshirt, sweaters again, waiting for girls to wear scarves, a more colorful city, memories of hay, bags of fun sized candy, a new design, apple pie (as always) checkered flannel, cold morning, corn muffin, apple picking.a heavy-hued hike, frost mornings, the cranberry harvest, pumpkin time, mid-terms, head-of the charles, crinkling beneath my feet, night comes early, masks, glowsticks, toasted pumkin seeds, grass greening, leaf bagging, big boots, yup, hot tea, forest naps, red wagon, stacking firewood, smokey-smell, moving on.
I was in the city this morning, after spending a night with Jonah, Jonas, and Sara.
At midnight, we had gone to a small bar called Wally's I had never heard of before. It was at the intersection of Mass Ave and Tremont street. A tiny dive, packed with people and smoke and beer.
The stage was smaller than a walk-in closet, overflowing with musicians holding guitars, drumsticks, trombones, saxphones, basses.
The sounds of the blues drifted out into the city nights air, mingling with the leaves.
