First Day of Autumn

Autumnal Equinox. The first fall day. Twelve hours of daylight, twelve of night. I feel one thing giving over to another. There is no stopping it, or anything, for that matter it would seem. I want to arise from the atoms, form new molecules, spin the hands on the clock.

Rather. . . .

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It was time to think of moving. I must go and try to find a place to live in the new town. It began to sink in. I was leaving. Things would be different. Sherri and I ate dinners, walked and held hands. It was only two hours, I said. Yes, she said, only two hours. We would only be two hours apart.