Katherine Nicolai

I didn't really have a job at all. I was just walking. and letting things be gently highlighted by my attention. I noticed last year's leaves caught around the post of a fence.

I didn't really have a job at all. I was just walking. and letting things be gently highlighted by my attention. I noticed last year's leaves caught around the post of a fence.

I didn't really have a job at all. I was just walking. and letting things be gently highlighted by my attention. I noticed last year's leaves caught around the post of a fence.

The old maples faded to paler versions of themselves.

The old maples faded to paler versions of themselves.

The old maples faded to paler versions of themselves.

A child on a bike whizzed past me, when I saw their sweater, was the same mahogany as my crayon. A neighbor was spreading mulch in their garden beds, and each handful was a rich, reddish brown. In a backyard, an old potting shed, was shingled in sun-baked, stained wood slats. And on porch steps, terracotta pots held blooming daffodils and Johnny jump-ups. The rust on an old mailbox caught my eye.

A child on a bike whizzed past me, when I saw their sweater, was the same mahogany as my crayon. A neighbor was spreading mulch in their garden beds, and each handful was a rich, reddish brown. In a backyard, an old potting shed, was shingled in sun-baked, stained wood slats. And on porch steps, terracotta pots held blooming daffodils and Johnny jump-ups. The rust on an old mailbox caught my eye.

A child on a bike whizzed past me, when I saw their sweater, was the same mahogany as my crayon. A neighbor was spreading mulch in their garden beds, and each handful was a rich, reddish brown. In a backyard, an old potting shed, was shingled in sun-baked, stained wood slats. And on porch steps, terracotta pots held blooming daffodils and Johnny jump-ups. The rust on an old mailbox caught my eye.

and the ruddy chest of a robin flying past. As I turned down Main Street and made my way into downtown, I spotted two people chatting outside the bakery, each with a dog on a leash. One was a puppy, much less than a year old. Her fur, deep russet red.

and the ruddy chest of a robin flying past. As I turned down Main Street and made my way into downtown, I spotted two people chatting outside the bakery, each with a dog on a leash. One was a puppy, much less than a year old. Her fur, deep russet red.

and the ruddy chest of a robin flying past. As I turned down Main Street and made my way into downtown, I spotted two people chatting outside the bakery, each with a dog on a leash. One was a puppy, much less than a year old. Her fur, deep russet red.

And the other dog was full grown, but half her size. His fur, many shades of brown, and sticking out all over, like he'd been hit with a dose of static electricity.

And the other dog was full grown, but half her size. His fur, many shades of brown, and sticking out all over, like he'd been hit with a dose of static electricity.

And the other dog was full grown, but half her size. His fur, many shades of brown, and sticking out all over, like he'd been hit with a dose of static electricity.

as they chased around each other, play-bowing and jumping, their fur blended together and made exactly the shade of red-brown I was looking for today. In the window of the bookshop, I took a moment to look at each cover on display. One featured the face of a man with deep brown eyes. Another, a mysterious-looking brick house shrouded in fog.

as they chased around each other, play-bowing and jumping, their fur blended together and made exactly the shade of red-brown I was looking for today. In the window of the bookshop, I took a moment to look at each cover on display. One featured the face of a man with deep brown eyes. Another, a mysterious-looking brick house shrouded in fog.

as they chased around each other, play-bowing and jumping, their fur blended together and made exactly the shade of red-brown I was looking for today. In the window of the bookshop, I took a moment to look at each cover on display. One featured the face of a man with deep brown eyes. Another, a mysterious-looking brick house shrouded in fog.

There was an aged bronze plaque in the alley, marking the oldest building in town. a ring in the window of the jewelry shop with a big tawny brown stone set in it, a flyer for piano lessons with a drawing of an upright made of shiny chestnut wood. On my way back home,

There was an aged bronze plaque in the alley, marking the oldest building in town. a ring in the window of the jewelry shop with a big tawny brown stone set in it, a flyer for piano lessons with a drawing of an upright made of shiny chestnut wood. On my way back home,