Things are quiet now. Kristina's iPod has gone to sleep. Aside from some street noise — a passing siren or a honking horn — the only music in our office comes from the printer. Soon these coarse black and whites will be colorful glossies. These proofs will grow to be the pages you turn.
While subscribers wait for their September issues to arrive, we celebrate the completion of October. We're very happy with the way it's grown. Its life seems to predict the weather; it's an unusually cool summer day.
Holding the young pages in my hands, I begin to ask, "When was the last time we had a..."
"Chick on the cover?" JA completes my thought.
"Yeah," I say.
"Um... never."
"Well, this is an important time."
***
The printer quits its song,
and Elizabeth goes by, gathering the last few bits
of the month.
and Elizabeth goes by, gathering the last few bits
of the month.
