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Time for Change

October 14, 2022 / Katie Baker / Leave a comment

I ran through a maelstrom this morning--- or at least, what felt like one. The wind shook the trees, and in the autumn-dark morning, the shadows from the streetlights danced and morphed. One strong gust tossed the top of a giant maple back upon itself and a stream of helicopter seeds fluttered high through the … Continue reading Time for Change

A Foggy Day

October 12, 2022October 11, 2022 / Katie Baker / Leave a comment

The fog closes in. It makes the world tight, brings it right up against your window. It drifts through your yard in waves of mist. It pools like cloudy streams of milk in the valley and the hollows of the hills. Red and orange trees peek up above its tide, but it mutes their vibrancy … Continue reading A Foggy Day

Maybe It’s Strange

November 5, 2021November 5, 2021 / Katie Baker / 10 Comments

Maybe it’s strange, but I really don’t mind the darker mornings in the fall. There’s something cozy about the dark pressed up against my window panes, and the way it makes the light inside my house seem more golden. I enjoy the extended mornings because in the summer, I’m usually awake as soon as the … Continue reading Maybe It’s Strange

The Last Warm Night

October 18, 2021October 18, 2021 / Katie Baker / 2 Comments

We walk up through the neighborhood houses on the last warm October night. The breeze tugs at the fallen leaves lying in the gutters, and they skitter along behind us. They sound like the pitter-patter of a thousand invisible feet stalking us from the shadows. I swing my boyfriend's hand back and forth. We peer … Continue reading The Last Warm Night

October Memory

October 10, 2021October 10, 2021 / Katie Baker / 2 Comments

The October colors have come to full display. Russet, ochre, lime, and amber. Misty morning fog hangs above the hills and sprinkles the windshield opaque, like a stained glass window, painted by nature, colored by time. Speeding through the fog and rain. Empty road. Full horizon, hilltops multipling to the edge of sight. A half … Continue reading October Memory

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