It is so Autumnal right now. The sky is dark. I can hear the rain dripping from the trees. I spent the early evening the with Amazing Mrs S. To discuss the magical timeless time figuring out how to render condyles in the binary mode of knit and purl would be to tarnish the perfect memory.
The conversation wafted and fluted like a Poe dialogue through shared associations, memories of our fathers (it ALWAYS returns somehow to one of our two dads), word histories, math concepts, music and the millions of connections between all-of-the-above.
My mind is sated for now.
The house is empty. The larder has been sucked dry, as it were.