It's been nearly a year since jury duty, as written in my last post. It seems longer ago than that. The details that were so fresh then are fuzzy now. Reading reminds me of the fight, but even after spending every day for a month with the thirteen other jurors, only a few stand out. Todd - tall, quiet and strong. Dawn - spiky haired, smart. Ian - artistic and witty. And a couple I am glad to forget. I am, however, still grateful for the experience.
It's fall again, which seems to mean less here in Texas than in the north of my youth. I recall sweater weather, sleeping with the windows opened, and smelling the fresh autumn air. My favorite memory of all, walking through the woods while listening to the leaves crackle beneath my feet, gazing up to see them falling one by one, a ballet upon the breeze. Strolling hand-in-hand with my love. Happy, happy . . . . .
