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Walking to work at 9am I feel winter dark still moving in. 

It helps to have neighbors who share their light in this long season of dark.

A family that runs together……goes out for  pizza after the race.

Now that most fall colors have faded and gone the Mountain Ash shows up.

Bear scat in the hood tonight so my boys said I had to walk prepared. 

We’ve each got our own relationship with this yellow dog,but for all of us she is good.

This evening walk turned up a good save to my cooped up windowless day.

Ever gratefulfor this dog who makes me go out and walk through the dark.

The wintery mix turned out just enough snow to measure and mark this day. 

The dark feels darker and the cold feels colder as winter settles in.

A fireweed update is long past due:it’s clear that summer is all through.

Ice on the edge waters did not melt and winter creeps ever closer.

Yellow dog running frisky through the leaves in the late fall sun is joy.

Bye! I’ll be back, I said to the dog who would not even lift her head.

Leavesand seasons –they change,but the path goes ever throughand I walk on.

Once all hope and glory,leaves now fallenare the ground that we walk on.

To persist through cycles of growth and loss is gritty, grace, and beauty.

You have the best pillows,said the guy who’d been traveling the world all year.

Lots of light then lots of clouds – it’s been a long time since I’ve seen the moon.

I’ll just be over here tying knots into an orange ball of yarn.

The stories are differentthe causes have changedbut I am still making stuff.

Praise for flowers that live onafter a killing frost has come and gone.