There used to be a barbershop in this tiny shop, now so brightly made yellow. Downtown Alanson, MI, across from the old Post Office. I saw a lot of glowsticks at various evening picnic events this year. I want some . . . This summer has gone so fast that I am slightly stunned. Beautiful music, sung in French, now on the radio. Late at night. I am finally getting my spaces cleared and my papers in order so I can work on writing and painting and it is almost time to leave. . .