couldn’t tell you the exact moment that change happened.
only know that it has been happening and hasn’t finished.
there is a sense of ritual and proportion that pervades this time of year.
prepare, prune, plant, remove, make room, hibernate
can’t be all that i desire. can only be as close to best as i can.
i felt a cold breeze accompanied by comfort.
this was familiar and primal
it is technicolor fading to sepia
it is work and it has worked this way for millenia
even for a blowhard like me