Thursday, October 4, 2012
the angled ceiling of a tiny enclosed porch. windows swing open on either side of a slamming door that never quite latches. there is room for a chair and a table and a pile of books. lavender hanging in dusty clutches. aluminum buckets, dull and hollow from decades of sun and water. the floor is worn. this is the room i settle in the evenings for the transition from summer to winter. it's my autumn room.