morning always comes, and this morning came early and cold.

Goodbye Fall.
Goodbye.
Goodbye to windstorm dry-spell rainy day after rainy day.
Goodbye to waiting out a long-overdue change.
Goodbye to season's turn and daylight dwindling.
Goodbye to leaf-crunch, smoke-stack, fire-night.
Goodbye, more personally, to re-gaining control recently lost, to losing sight, to hiding what was once so absent that it didn't demand the hiding. Goodbye to idleness and confusion, goodbye to silences and aversions. This is a hopeful farewell, but I say it nonetheless. Good-riddance, secretiveness and silence, and a lousy, lousy language.

Hello Winter.
Hello frost.
Hello breath-on-hands.
Hello beginnings of whiteness and quiet and nature's death.
Hello palette o' white-grey-none. Hello lasts of the leaves, lasts of the colors.
On this more personal note: Hello fire. Hello doing. Hello now. Hello change. Hello to the end of hibernation, to twinkling lights, to addressing what has so far been covert and untouchable. Hello.

Happy erasure, happy blank, happy hope, happy beginnings.
I am head-nauseous but hopeful.
I have so many things to order and place today, so many pieces of my puzzle to pick up.

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Cleaning.
Laundry, sweeping, dishes, trash.
Write.
Read, a little.
Curl up with a book, perhaps.

Make it through the week without destruction or deviousness. Sounds funny, doesn't it? Deviousness. It is the second week of November, though, and I just want to walk through the rest of it upright, not skidding or slanting or at a 47 degree angle to the truth. I just want to walk. Upright. For three weeks. Am I aiming too high?