Having completed ceiling texture renovation nearby at my aunt’s house I have resolved to do no more than tend to a fire and firewood pile outside. She makes one or two phone calls because her paint roller cover is beyond its usablilty, and so I do make a trip down the mountain to supply her with a professional kit.
It is one of those early Autumn days, with the sun slowly edging its path downward in the cloudless sky. The audacity of it’s heat backing off a bit. This is the weird calm where one gets to rest but an idyl moment before the snow and the mud, and the wind whipping everything around.
