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A nip in the air.

There’s a bite in the air—a nip, even. The mornings are crisp but bright. I have not seen such blue sky in too long.

I worked outside today, in shirtsleeves, putting cedar siding on the new cabins. I used a belt sander and a circular saw. I stained fresh cuts and I shot nails into studs with a pneumatic nail gun that still scares me. I lifted, I cut, I nailed. But I did not sweat. I drank water occasionally and breathed in sawdust more than occasionally. I sneezed in the dust and bright sun.

I crouched down to the ground, kneeling in the damp bark dust and leaves. I climbed onto the scaffolding and stood on my tiptoes. The sunlight filtered greenly, brightly through the trees. Always, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the delicate shadow of a falling leaf.

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