Blue sky and a few clouds
this morning. Bright October leaves finding the ground. The moisture on the windshield of the pick-up looks almost like frost, but it is not. The morning is cool, but it's not that crisp.
Though it is too chilly for the woman coming out of the post office wearing shorts. She should have goose bumps on her exposed flesh. The coldness of the plastic seat in her car sends a chill up my spine just thinking about it. That kind of shiver.
A bank of clouds to the north; another bank to the east, along Lake Michigan more than fifty miles from here.
A black dog snuffles the ground in a cornfield being worked by his master. A John Deere tractor pulling a disc roars kitty-corner across the rows of shredded stalks.
Eight geese fly overhead, in two ragged groups. Then I see five more geese set their wings and drop down among spent corn stalks.
This is the kind of day I notice the feel of sun on my cheek. It is a ninety six million mile connection, from the center of the solar system to this place on Highway E south of Ripon, Wisconsin, USA, Planet Earth. This sun is warm on my cheek. It is like a kiss this brisk morning.