The 10th is when the barrier between our worlds becomes thin as monofilament. Eight Octobers have revealed glimpses of how you spend your days now that clocks and calendars are unnecessary:
- Accurate casts hit the target in swift-moving rivers.
- The crowd chants "DEFENSE!"
- Sweet, crisp air is ringed by thick, delicious smoke.
- Karaoke.
Today I see you bend down and pet the head of a dear, old friend. She's missed you all this time, too. No leash required as you both walk along Owen Beach. I've never seen such a beautiful sunset.
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