Today, 2023.
The Cherry tree outside our sun room has golden leaves, at last. Fitting for it’s position, basking in the morning sun. Across the street, a well-manicured young elm trembles in a passing breeze. Scattered leaves flutter to the sidewalk.
Saint Martin of Tours day, 2023.
The Roman Patrician, a calvary officer that chose the path of peace, is a patron saint of soldiers. How fitting that his feast day falls on the former Armistice Day: Veterans Day.
Veterans Day, 2023.
A facebook announcement from my former, neighboring village. The annual Veterans Day Parade and Ceremony kicks off at 11`AM. My son’s Boy Scout Troop, with whom I still volunteer, will be there, as they are every year. I sigh, knowing that this year, I won’t.
My birthday, 2023.
The Facebook notifications fill. The texts come in. Of course, the Bride led all well-wishers before I picked up the phone. Now, she meets with her co-supervision group online. I contemplate a walk to Starbucks for my annual gratis beverage, or to B&A for a haircut. A bread, proscuitto and cheese lunch—with a Chilean merlot—awaits.
As does the Lakecia Benjamin Quartet at Birdland tonight!
floating clouds
this eleventh day
of November
Frank J. Tassone 
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