Monday, September 6, 2010

9/7/10

308.

September feels off
without the crisp tang of fall.
I miss New England.

307.

Attempting new things
is vital, brilliant, and oft
very difficult.

306.

Had a wonderful
and relaxing Labor Day
weekend. Now? Tuesday.

305.

The bitter end of
the bittersweet month is at
long last behind me.