November 11th, 2007



The storm didn't amount to much, and the day was sunny enough to dry things out. The chilly air in the storm's wake might turn a few more of the remaining handful of green leaves, but the season's brightest display of color is gone. I've been so distracted of late that I barely noticed it. Now the landscape has opened and the distance is laced by bare branches. Nights, Orion rises early and stays late. November is his best month. If I watch him long enough I might fall out of my head soon, joining the real world again. Let's hope.

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