September 20, 2021

The day gathers its breath, preparing for storm. 

Beautiful men at the spa, long-eyed and gracile, like Tolkien’s elves, the sight of them my reward for rising early and working out. 

One of the artists I purchased from Saturday promised to send me ironweed seeds from her meadow. I’m already watching the mailbox. 

Stock market plunging, and new (urgent) requests for support from nearly everywhere.