I loved it today.
This morning I left, all clean, ready for work.
Tonight I arrived home, and I loved the feeling as I walked inside.
A cool breeze floated through the open windows.
Not quite autumn, not quite summer.
A chicken cooked in the oven,
canned goods lined the counters.
And bread. French bread!
Today made me think of the phrase "reading between the lines".
The feeling . . . I can't even describe it.
Dawna and I discussed this feeling.
She asked Ethan today, "Can you feel that?"
And without needing an explanation, he said,
"Yes. I can feel, I can see it ,and hear it, and taste it."
Then Dawna and I decided.
Today was an in between.
Not quite summer, not quite autumn.
Like the lines separating rows of words,
Today separated the summer from the autumn,
a mixture of the two.
It wasn't just like yesterday,
and I didn't love it the same.
I loved it more . . .
Sep 3, 2011
It's an in between . . .
K.M. Updike writes young adult and historical fiction and has a frustrating fascination with fantasies that gets in the way a lot. She is the author of the young adult historical fiction novelette, The Life and Death of Terry Dodd. A lover of books and prairies, she lives with her five siblings and inspiring parents in the wilds of the Great Plains. Besides reading books and writing stories, she loves watching old movies and drinking tea in her basement room dubbed "Mole End."