The air smells of creosote, after 10 minutes of sunshine and heavy rain.
The roses are in full Fall bloom, surprising me as they have every year with these bonus flowers. Though smaller than their counterparts in the Spring, they are unexpected and, somehow, more precious.
I have Ann Patchett's new book awaiting me, and a tub slowly filling with epsom salts in which I can recline and read.
I have nothing more to add to the world today.
The sun came up and I was here to see it; by definition, it's a good day.