Saw her last week for a little advice on a direct address to the heavens.
The wintry sleet beneath my feet, makes me think...
Fall fights back.
A cold day covered in colorful blankets.
A leaf captured in time or rock vs. paper.
The color of fall in Indiana.
The burnished brightness of the leaves falling from the trees, kindles in me the desire for the warmth of fire.
Another fall cycle is upon us.