Weekend coffee #245.
Looking at the calendar this time of year always evokes the opening lyrics to “Pale September” by Fiona Apple.
“Pale September, I wore the time like a dress that year
The autumn days swung soft around me, like cotton on my skin
But as the embers of the summer lost their breath and disappeared
My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within.”
I haven’t totally processed how quickly summer went, but as I mentioned recently, I’m welcoming the transition of seasons rather than fighting it like I normally do. Schedules are full, plans are booked through December, and it feels futile to push against the inevitable. That said, I will still be hitting the beach and bearing my legs as long as the weather will allow. I will revel in every last drop of warm sunshine. Otherwise, I’m gearing up for my annual trip to Vegas in a few weeks and have a lot going on. This is what piqued my interest recently:
This $299K Ohio ‘Dome Home’ Is a Geometric Dream. ::criesinnewjerseyrealestate:::
Her Revenge Dress and Biker Shorts Are Iconic, But Diana’s Final Looks Show Us Who She Really Was.
The Real Story of the Hummingbird Cake Starts in 1960s Jamaica.
Currently watching: Nothing much. Anyone else thoroughly uninterested in TV right now?
Currently reading: Close to Shore by Michael Capuzzo.
That’s all for now. Until next time - thanks for following along and enjoy the long weekend.
Image by @miracleday.
