The end of summer

August wanes and a torrent of life has passed since my initial post here. We are now in Massachusetts (Amherst), where this morning the humidity clings to the windows and runs in rivulets down the glass. The sweet smell of decaying leaves. Jackson and Yas are sleeping, and I am here listening to the crickets and anticipating the thick air. The pieces of our former life are all around us, in boxes and strewn on the floor. It is a happy disarray that we no longer fight. My life is changing.