Autumn is running through its inventory of days. This morning we had mist, the kind that makes colors luminescent, more intense for not having to compete with the sky.
The air was charged with energy. A man walked down the sidewalk so briskly that when he stopped at the street as I drove past, his right leg kept going, flinging itself out over the curb. I could see his whole body stop and lean to bring his leg back.
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I went to the gathering of protestors outside the George Allen event at which George Bush was to make an appearance. I didn't want to chant anything, yell anything or even hold any signs. I just wanted my body to be there in silent protest. It's hard to be quiet amid noise and feel like one is in league with the noisemakers.
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