October 6, 2001ah! - his bright laughing eyes---------------------
Temperatures have fallen and we were given a sneak peek of the impending winter! We are at peak autumn color at the moment, but the snow will undoubtedly knock many leaves off of the trees.
-------------------- Now, for most people, the sky's blueness is a given (and, for all that, is therefore less than fully blue) . . . but for the boy emerging for the first time from his grey, repeatable night . . . emerging from his stinking pre-fab mousehole, this was a new and exhilarating discovery . . . and you will forgive him if he assumed, with an excess of childish, poetic enthusiasm, that it was again Maverick intruding on a black-and-white world . . . it was Maverick that he saw high behind the sycamores . . . he bent, brooding, over the world with his warm blue breast and - ah! - his bright laughing eyes. Curtis White, "Memories of My Father Watching TV."
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