Lunch on the terrace / New Jersey / Sept. 2007
September -- so different from August. Instead of hiding from the noon-day sun, I want to soak it up. Inside I need a wool sweater and socks while I work. Outside the wonderful warmth of the sun. Even the glare doesn't bother me. Insects buzz. Chipmunks chirp. The air is perfumed with the sweet scent of the clematis in bloom (I wonder all summer why it doesn't bloom, and then one day in September it seems to explode in tiny white, sweet-smelling flowers). All is peaceful and serene.