The first glimpse of cool weather comes in October, but it’s so brief it feels like yet another phantom roaming this plane at a time when the veil is thin. It appears suddenly, 90s becoming 50s in a crisp moment of elation. A few days is all we’re offered before swampy 80s return. But we know the shift is coming.
Each subtle drop in temperature feels like a step toward our quieter winter selves. The darkness also returns slowly, eating a little more sunlight each day. The path meanders, but the moon remains constant. I turn my face to hers, pockmarked and imperfect, full of craters hiding mysteries in an already mysterious body. Her soft light says, “Do not be afraid of what you find in the dark. Do not hide yourself from your own eyes.”
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