Sunday, Late October

Clear cold morning. Kicking my way to the pastry shop. Leaves, nuts, seed pods. The trees are shedding the summer. I hear honking, look up, a vee of geese is southbound. I get to the pastry shop, they just opened. Gal is still asleep, ‘surly’ Portland service as the Yelpers say but I don’t give a shit bout that, she was probably up drinking until 3 and I say Please and Thank You and work a smile anyway. Walking home, a couple, their toddler daughter skipping ahead of them in her red sun dress. She looks back, Come on dad!, she’s all curls and zeal. It’s not a cold morning after all. The sun is on our faces as we say Good Morning. They go their way. I go kicking home, where the coffee is being made.