The moment doesn't know what it wants to be. An intense and balmy Fall day, with notes of Spring and Summer both––holding symbols of possibility and renewal, yet on the day where darkness is present more than ever and the veils between here and there are at their thinnest. We are exactly halfway between the Fall equinox and Winter solistice. We are inbetween. Both literally and figuratively. It is noon, yet the color outside my window is closing on sunset. A funeral procession leaves the corner church. And the bell continues to ring.
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