My wool shawl

Today’s really our first fall weather—cool 60s, overcast, a flock of Canadian geese wandering around the grass outside Will’s school this afternoon. I wore my wool shawl, which I adore, but which is also very high maintenance when you’re trying to pump gas or pick up little people or carry in all their five thousand multiplication tests and drawings of Spiderman. Pick up a paper, swing the shawl back around. Pick up William, grab the shawl before it falls on the ground. Still, I love wearing that shawl, wrapping it around my shoulders, letting it slip to my elbows, shrugging it up again, the feeling of fall.