This doesn't last long enough. I love the winter but it arrives and stays. Fall reminds me of being a flirtatious teenager. Getting all dressed up in your pretty outfit. Flaunt it for as long as your teenage-attention span can handle it. Then go. Seriously! Get out of here as fast as you can because you think somebody might have noticed!
Well, I noticed. I went outside and parked my body in a chair. I soaked it in. Like an 85 year old tortoise, dozing in and out of drifting in the breeze. It was Heaven. But then my brain got involved..... you know it does that.
I realized I had just put myself in grave danger. I was tempting The Fates. Outside. Enjoying THAT brilliant blue sky. Actually sitting. Looking up at that sky. Waiting. Watching.
I am pleased to announce I survived. I was not hit by a 1 ton bus-sized spacetrash piece of satellite. I coulda been. I was out there all exposed (totally clothed but totally exposed.) I could have been that 1 in 3200. And knowing how this flirtatious teenager's life works, I'm actually shocked.
I survived the Satellite Drop of 2011. Nostradomus, Mayans or Incans or whatever, Ben Bernanke or Bill Gates or the economy or whatever. I survived today.