It is the beginning of fall. The starlings are gathering around downtown Tulsa. They are resting now in the field across the road. Their days consumed by constant eating - preparation for their long southward journey. The temperature is beginning wane into comfortable ranges. The leaves, tree's clothes, softly sinking through air toward ground below. My day's stress drifts with the cool breeze on my shoulder. Unimpeded, I sit thinking in the courtyard at OSU Tulsa. My head is clear, but my mind is not moving. I note that it is difficult to connect two thoughts. I haven't felt such peace all week.
