I am experiencing inchoate feelings about New England, which if I am lucky will resolve in a poem and if not will likely persist until or through Thanksgiving. In any case, having received some ambivalent news in the afternoon, I went for a walk. I didn't make it into the Great Meadows proper because of the density of walkers, joggers, bikers, skateboarders, and one person on a kick scooter who had decided the weather was warm enough to forget about social distancing again, but I did get some trees.
( Just because we've got such nobby distant views. )
It turns out I didn't sleep through this morning's earthquake after all! I've just become so used to obnoxiously rumbly trucks idling on our street that I mistook our local plate tectonics for one.
( Just because we've got such nobby distant views. )
It turns out I didn't sleep through this morning's earthquake after all! I've just become so used to obnoxiously rumbly trucks idling on our street that I mistook our local plate tectonics for one.
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