orange leather

On a day of rain, the light kind that helps to knock leaves from trees and definitely make them difficult to rake when wet, when the non-descript sky made you forget it was there, like a pair of grey wool slacks meant not to be noticed, there on the peg, the sculpted crescent of orange leather with the short shoulder strap, brown, bright like a maple leaf around mid-October, and early here, but still here after seven months of patiently waiting for the return of the person it was made for, truly, for no one else was meant to have this orange leather purse. Some things are just made for someone. And now its stuffing paper is removed, replaced by the real workaday essentials of modern life and movement. Simple, streamlined, a perfect fit.