There’s so much humidity in the air it feels like a sauna.
When you look out the window it’s like a fog.
It induced in Ma the urge to recite to me “Season of Mists and Mellow Fruitfulness”
It’s hard to understand how she can remember the entire poem and yet she can’t remember where she put her phone when she set it down minutes before.
Oh well I’ll say nothing and keep listening!
Blessing#2884-Keats in Autumn
Booming Banter 