Autumn Morning

In the Target checkout line, I had a long, hard think. This does not often happen to me in Target, where my inner monologue tends to run like this: “Meow, meow, meow … holy-God-someone-shut-that-kid-up-no-you-shut-up-judgey-mcjudger-you-don’t-know-their-story-meow, meow, meow…” But as I watched the laundry detergent I had come for roll down the conveyer belt along with the…