Red light

A long day. My neighborhood a bouquet of perfumes. Wish I'd made my bed this morning. Deep lilac, starry-night cold (Marie Howe), maple-running firewood. Won't deny I could use a solid hug from a man I love. Smells like August, all tangled up in October. Needn't be one in particular, just someone I really like. Veils how soon it'll be Christmas. I'll find one, right?