a short update from a gloomy moody dark thursday morning-- still 2-in-1, some good sleep this morning in spite of crappy work dreams (WHY?? I want to EXCISE work from my dream life).
Leaves are falling outside, so my eyes keep getting drawn to the window. Sometimes it is as if a whole branch-worth has decided to go at once, a vertical Pooh-stick race, everyone Go! and the leaves fall and run in circles and just as quickly settle. Sometimes one falls solo and some look like birds. Some twist, some rock their way down. My motion sensors, my peripheral vision, say LOOK! LOOK! and I do. I can't help it. Each one, each flock calls my attention.
Last night I dreamed of holding dried leaves in my hands, knowing the season was past, knowing that next would be the barren cold of november. I was not ready for the stripped down, bare bones, texture-world before snow, and I felt so sad. Why does it only last a few weeks? I want a fall like summer, 3-4 months, color each day, greedy me. Instead, it is all fast-forward, wild color, peak and fall.
And this year? texture will have a whole new meaning, a different warmth instead of cold, it will be swaddled and held, not bundled up against, and I still
tomorrow? single digits.