It feels a bit like fall. Yesterday, driving to church, we noticed the light has begun its re-angling toward fall. Lake Street looked, well, fall-ish. I understand that new journalists cut their eyeteeth on headlines, obituaries and weather and the like, hidden in the back of the newspaper. This headline cuts its losses (expected, pleasant fashion) but it is hopeful nonetheless. And this morning is indeed proving it true.
Ah
The forecast for Monday
In the Midwest.
This is the headline news
On the last page of Nation and World
In the Sunday paper.
I open the front and back doors
This morning
To let the pleasantness
blow through.
I imagine the new person
At the newspaper
Gets to write
The weather headlines.
Or maybe it*s a reward
For being at the paper so long
The chance to offer hope
For the beginning
Of the week.
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