Yesterday I was standing in the window loving the feel of the breeze almost brisk, almost chill. I do love this time of year. But it was the sky that caught me, just that moment when the horizon still has an orange blush. Above that is light blue, softly grading into cobalt.
It reminded me that when I was in elementary school, fifth grade, sixth, we took a field trip to Andrew Jackson's Hermitage. If I was impressed, I do not remember. We weren't allowed inside the rooms, couldn't touch anything. The hallways were long and the wooden floors echoed. Outside , though, there was a beautiful double row of trees, cedars I think, maybe oaks (I should look that up, they were many of them lost in the tornado several springs ago) , along the lane leading up to the front door.
At the end of the tour, we went to the gift shop. I bought a necklace there. It was a silhouette of a cedar tree against an evening sky. Iridescent blues and almost amber, the tree in black. They told me it was made of butterfly wings.
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