It's Monday.
I am sitting outside work pondering Aquinas, sipping coffee and watching the September sun soak into my thighs.
It's becoming apparent that autumn is on the way since the leaves continually fall down from the trees, onto the street, and into my lap. I follow their erratic pattern with my eyes while they flit and flutter down to earth; visual eloquence.
Within moments the leaves are trampled by the feet of small children that walk in unison, clutching a rope like the birds on a telephone wire.
I am sitting outside work pondering Aquinas, sipping coffee and watching the September sun soak into my thighs.
It's becoming apparent that autumn is on the way since the leaves continually fall down from the trees, onto the street, and into my lap. I follow their erratic pattern with my eyes while they flit and flutter down to earth; visual eloquence.
Within moments the leaves are trampled by the feet of small children that walk in unison, clutching a rope like the birds on a telephone wire.
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Enjoy these late summer days!