Second Chances
Fall is sneaking in the back door again. The window opened yesterday in the heat of the day is now letting in a decidedly cool breeze, falling over the sill and pooling on the floor, just enough to make my bare toes be the first to wake up, as I watch the coffee percolate. I stand, patiently waiting for the pop of the percolator to stop, watching the water go from clear, to tea-colored, to…