Inclinando en las tardes

[emmazunz]

Thank you, Connecticut Department of Agricultural Inspection, for your field and your big trees full of mourning doves and crows and rustling branches. And thank you, God, or whoever is in charge up there, for the weather, and the sun that shone so strongly I was wearing a summer dress without feeling cold in the clear blue wind, and the knobbly grass that looked like gold. And thank you--now I don't even know who I'm thanking--for the moment or two when my words were useless and I had nothing to say.



Also,
I am itchy and I hate Thursdays.