Every moment is about a dollar, and – depending on how you view each instant – is quite an expensive memory or a passing, priceless second caught in the act of happening.
Summer and fall are over now, and – so very nearly is the year, but see? – I have this fattened deck of cards to flip and shuffle through when the radiator gurgles on cold Friday nights in December.
Pick a card, any card – a face card, preferably – and remember it: a sunny slight-of-hand for the mind.
Love you longtime, babies.
– Sawdust