1. A new Babel Clash post, this one about the perils and pleasures of live storytelling.
2. An insanely beautiful day today. It was that kind of autumn day you remember wistfully from childhood, thinking, “I must be making that stuff up. No day was as wonderful as that.” But today was, smashing my face with gold-leafed glory every time I stepped outside. I was on the bike trail in the hour before sunset, and as I came down the final stretch I was rolling through cool blue shadow while the reddish leaves above me blazed in red sunlight, gilding their unrefined gold.
Here too! And yesterday, and the day before.
I was so sorry I was so occupied there was no time for taking some photos.
This is the time of the year when Manhattan — at least my neighborhood — is literally paved in gold. Yellow gold and red gold. All those falling leaves from the poplars and maples.
Love, C.
This is really it–the best time of the best time of year (in the northern hemisphere, anyway).
It’s also a great time of year for bike crashes. Layer upon layer of damp leaves, clinging damply to pavement, combined with hard braking, have contributed to the most spectacular wipeouts I’ve witnessed. Wear a helmet! What will I do if you slide into a coma and can’t finish the third Morlock novel?
I just finished This Crooked Way yesterday. Delicious. Thank you. I especially enjoyed waking up at 3am to say out loud, “Cumae!” because my dreaming brain had just recognized something a few chapters after exposure. All week, it’s been hard to get my dream life to work on anything non-crooked.
Thanks for the kind words and concern. It’s nice to know someone is hearing those echoes!