cloud cover
I walk outside after dark and smell the crisp cool of November, the month of birthdays and decay, reflection and gratitude.
Color bleeds from this month in a endless stream of fade. It makes me sad, a little, but also soothes some part of my heart that believes in the comfort of grey, a neutral landscape to paint with words and possibility.
I was born in this month of thanks-giving, so I suppose it’s no coincidence that it holds my favorite holiday.
There is always something to be grateful for.
I breathe this in as a daily reminder.
There were no stars visible in the sky last night, low clouds rolling through on their way to someplace colder, wishing to be relieved of the weight they carry.
But I know, by my horizon, where the North Star hides, the only constant in a world that’s always moving.
Winter’s wife, singing him home.
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November 13th, 2014 at 1:52 pm
I’m so thankful that I found your blog. Your words are beautiful and speak to my heart. Thank you.
November 14th, 2014 at 6:18 am
This is such a stunning vignette. I love it. Thank you for the lovely read.
November 15th, 2014 at 3:19 pm
I too am a November baby. Thanksgiving and my birthday always collide. I don’t mind. I am not my age. It is a number only. Happy Birthday Mrs. M.
November 16th, 2014 at 12:13 pm
i love this image, almost like velvet on the page.
i was just this morning thinking that the color is going, that softness was settling in. thinking i needed that.
thank you for this. i feel better about winter, knowing he’s coming home.