And that's the last of bottom we shall see this year

[sovay]

It is a light, clear, cool day; it feels like autumn, especially the way the sun fills the living room not quite colorlessly, but not with the hot pour of summer, either. The leaves are all sharp-lit beyond the balcony, restless in the wind; inside, ratatosk's houseplants are green filters, rice-paper shadow screens. I still have, after too many years, the sense that I should be getting to classes: my finger will start to callus from handwriting, I'll walk a lot of the day. I don't know when that will fade. I don't think, right now, it hurts too much. That's fragile and I'll take it.

This is the first year since I was very small that I have not baked honeycakes, because of moving. It's no less the new year.

L'shanah tovah, all.

Comments

[schreibergasse.livejournal.com]

PS: Just got mistakenly invited for apples and honey; went anyway. Do I count as honorarily Jewish if I wind up helping explain Sukkoth to someone?

[ladymondegreen.livejournal.com]

I think that counts.

Though if you hang around long enough, you'll start doing things like reminding people when it's time to make eruv tavshilin, as akawil did with my mother over the holiday.