A quiet night. Impossible to guess that a storm is on its way, whirling to the south of us. The only signs are the lines at the grocery store and the flashlights ready and waiting on the kitchen counter.
Friday and Saturday were beautiful days. Perfect for the Boston Book Festival, for sitting in the park and eating french fries, for buying two used books, for walking home and admiring the bright orange and yellow leaves still clinging to branches. And the late summer flowers untouched by frost.
And tomorrow, when Sandy arrives? Rain and wind tugging at fall, tearing it all away.