All Saints Day

It’s the first of November, & incredibly perfect outside. My bedroom window & curtains were open all Halloween night, & now there’s sunshine & a soft breeze floating in like friendly ghosts. Music, too: removing something from my slim closet, I heard strains of instrumental radio wafting toward me. Very wartime romance-y. I feel like I’m living in the 1940’s now, in Hemingway or something, tapping on my noisy little typewriter as the rest of the world strings fresh laundry from second story windows, listening to swing music.