The Leafless Tree Looks Dead

It's now late in the afternoon and the November sun

is setting. In the southern hemisphere rain is giving way to

longer and warmer days: here (in the north) we keep busy: the best way

to keep our minds from straying. If the preparatory work

has been done right, fall will give way to winter

without resistance. Fire will warm

a home and the end-of-year season will be welcome,

one more year together, a year closer to more.

This year is that kind of year for a whole lot. How

does one distance themselves from personal angst and chaos?

A question never looming too far. A year when

surroundings feel less similar, though kindness

for strangers still wins over the urge to quit, as if a beacon

of light in the distance, so far it can only be felt, beckoned

on.

It's the beginning of the work.

The restaurant is busier now.

So we establish mood more than we establish setting. From there

we can build a bridge. These

are unique times. How are matters harmonizing?

What do more and more people each day relate to? Not

a place, per se.