I can feel autumn coming just by the light lately. I swear when I think about it I get butterflies in my stomach. I remember when I was maybe eleven or twelve we were in San Francisco in September or October. The way the sky was the crispest, brightest blue against the concrete and brick buildings, it just made me stare with my mouth open. Isn’t autumn really the beginning of the year? Isn’t it everyone’s favorite time?
We went to the park last night to celebrate my step-dad’s birthday. Most of the family was there, and it was good to see everyone. The kids played until after sunset, and came home dirty and tired.
I have six kids here today. They’re dancing and building forts and playing with the dollhouse. Two of them are building a castle with precut wooden pieces. We have cookies and milk and juice. I have coffee. It’s not hot outside. I cleaned the kitchen and bathroom and the girls’ room. Things are good.