It's raining.
I have the windows open, finally.
Watching the Yankees game.
Wild Card, winner moves on.
Hello, post season.
The fresh air is mighty and fine.
I'm wearing a Coyote Blood hoody.
And my new favorite shorts.
Which I stole from a witch.
Called Super Target.
Man o man.
Even stolen Autumn tastes good.
It is romantic.
And fresh in a way.
That no other season can match.
It makes me think.
Of love and baseball.
Leaves and leaving.
Newness and air.
Like life is rich in its own right.