Awoke this morning, slipped on woolen socks, coat, scarf, then boots and cut out into the frost of November for a good long talk with fall.

I had a few things that needed sayin’…about the inevitable circular cycles of being, about letting go while holding true.

What a thing that is.

‘Cause no matter how much you remind yourself you’re going ’round, you can never brace steady enough for the fall.

It’ll come back baby, the golden morning whispered in drifts of rolling fog. Packaged up all different– frayed and worn and familiar, wrapped in freshly woven layers of unknown, awaiting your curiosity, your care.

You must know this now. Eyes up. Steady Onward.

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