Just so you know, I haven't had coffee in over a week. Why, you ask? Well, because I've had a cold and when I'm sick, coffee is, weirdly, the last thing in the world I want. So I've been countering it off with lemon tea and orange spice tea, which makes me think of my favourite season that is on its way.
(Enjoying my new Audrey mug.)
As for my coffee abstinence, I don't know how long this will last. I don't know if I'm more anxious or tired, or restless.
Anyhoo, summer is winding down, but it's not finished. I recently wrote a piece about Modern Art and St. Louis' Kodner Gallery...
...and also interviewed local Haiku poet Ben Moeller-Gaa. I'm also working on a new story that may be just a short but might turn into a novella. I don't think I have enough to do.
Stay tuned also for a new writing venue I will be contributing to!
Meanwhile, I've been enjoying little things, like walks and cafes...
...finding bodies of water...
...and running into Tiger-dogs at the Festival of the Little Hills.
So do you, my unstable readers/writers, find yourselves cleaning up more than your home as summer winds down? As you start to put away the pool floaties and swimming trunks and pull out the cornucopias and Halloween cats, do you find yourself sweeping up those old projects and starting something fresh?
I love the beginning of a new season. I feel more energized, like when I used to pull out brand new school supplies from a brand new backpack without any pencil smears or the smell of packed lunches.