Sunday and it is cold.
There is frost on the grass, my breath appears before me and the end-of-the-year constellations sit in the velvet of the night sky, glimmering.
Colder weather is coming, of course. But I like the in-between cocoon that shelters between autumn and winter.
Fallen leaves smell sweet and cinnamony. Birds chatter. The sun arcs a low slanting path over the horizon.
I especially love Sunday mornings in this cocoon season. Coffee, newspapers, toasty slippers, a dog to keep you company and some good newspapers to feed your brain.
Two articles today caught my eye. Both in the New York Times. One: Why can't the U.S. make China do what it wants it to do? Two: Several opinions, all downward looking, about the U.S. economy.
Having read both, my reaction is: Time for this country to stop being in debt to China. Americans are innovators: We have forgotten how many inventions we have under our national belt. We need to be creative and innovative again, especially when it comes to energy and basic products, like textiles.
Anyway.
The picture is a mural in Pittsburgh's Lawrenceville neighborhood. One of many examples of Rust Belt communities reinventing themselves.
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