the old sun is brilliant today, the mist has burned off and the gold light spills across the still-green lawn. most of the trees, though, are bare... only the silver willow clings to its yellowing leaves.
this morning, i had an appointment with libby's guidance counselor to discuss libby's Future - her Plan after high school. where i come from, the Plan after high school is as preordained as the direction the sun sets every night, but this year, i like the sense of ritual surrounding it.
it's the last time i'll have to do it.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.