Tomatoes, squash, apples, cucumbers – and the last of sweet corn – bring us joy at the farmer’s market today.
September takes us along familiar paths with fresh vision.
The train’s regular runs reassure us that commerce continues.
Some ancient melody of water washes away our worldly woes.
Among the shadows, Annabelle hydrangeas dance with a shaft of sun.
We look to the river for peace, and find a moment of complete calm.