Tonight T. and I drank cinnamint tea and talked of the phenomenology of change while the first chills of fall tickled our noses pink. Tomorrow morning when I ride my bike to the train station, it's going to be 47 degrees. Ouch.
Also, I am making a new vow to write for at least 30 minutes straight a day. I've got a little notebook, and damn it I'm going to use it.