I forgot to close my window and thus have unintentionally chilled my room. An overcast has obscured some of the stars and dimmed others, leaving only the east entirely clear. The night air is damp. The damp will dissipate soon enough once the sun rises. For now, I'm enjoying it. October is usually an interesting month here, mingling summery and autumnal elements, sometimes within a single day. This could be useful. A bit of variety might help wake me up. I've been in the doldrums too long, barely attentive, barely coherent. October has considerable allure for me, and some years it has brought considerable change. It's a good month for walks, for going from one place to another. I hope to soon find a better other place.
by Richard Wilbur
I never knew the road From which the whole earth didn't call away, With wild birds rounding the hill crowns, Haling out of the heart an old dismay, Or the shore somewhere pounding its slow code, Or low-lighted towns Seeming to tell me, stay.
Lands I have never seen And shall not see, loves I will not forget, All I have missed, or slighted, or foregone Call to me now. And weaken me. And yet I would not walk a road without a scene. I listen going on, The richer for regret.