Sunday, September 22, 2013

The Autumn Special

I spent the afternoon at the beach farm with a friend, cleaning bulbs of garlic for market. He had never been and marveled at the tranquility, the ocean, and the idea of grilling and beer here, so close yet far from the epicenter of our city. 

The cold front, an autumn special, a perfect column of rain, wind, and climate transformation swept through overnight, but its aura of change came more in its approach than its passing. 

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