sweetest decline

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas

this is how the moon looked tonight. well, sort of. i took this photo while driving (i like to live dangerously) so it's sub-par.

nothing like a blustery november day when you can roll down your windows and let the balmy breeze whip your hair around. smells of warm air, firesmoke and bubble gum. the half-hidden moon between low hanging orange clouds.

who says november isn't gorgeous. this was just the end of my day. the beginning was just as rewarding. thick with a fog that wasn't eerie like the dark and warm-y weather i welcomed through an open door this afternoon. no, it was beautiful and restored a peace with nature. glorifying the stately trees still retaining their autumn diginity, not yet weatherbeaten and tired. this noted subtlety provided encouragement as i brace for the descent. a bittersweet shift into winter. the anticipation of snow and holidays and being curled up with hot chocolate are visions which fade into the daunting l e n g t h of coldness. dreary and gray.

autumn is our season champion, winter has it's triumphant moments... but let's not forget the simply delightful , delightfully simple, days along the way.