-- delicious autumn in central park, trees aflame in that wondrous orange.
i woke this morning, pressed the coffee, and began my day with a quiet prayer. i felt my body hum with gratitude. another november, come.
a full and good month awaits us. a month of icy breezes and silent rhythms and markers of time -- parting birds and memory -- the hymn that is laughter 'round a full table and leaves falling like piano keys.