Sweet, cold air.
Steam rose hot and white from our mugs every morning. Space heaters softened the chill.
We greeted neighbors, shared persimmons from our tree and pawpaws from theirs.
Bought fries on the empty boardwalk but had to pay with cash.
Passed rows of headless meters and ducked into stores to stay warm.
Read books cover to cover under scratchy woven blankets.
Sat with silence and ghosts of summer.
Grains of sand on our feet
from a warmer time.
ocean view in november
