As the leaves turn

assholes to ash-holes…

The forests are alive.

Oh how I’ve missed these smells.

We’re coming out from the worst drought we’ve had in fifty years.

The forests have been parched, brittle and thirsty

But fall’s always, reliably damp.

We’ve been getting a lot of little dribbles lately and the smell of the earth just hits me square in the face.

Fallen leaves with moisture are teeming with life - molds, fungi and who the hell knows what else have all shown up for the party - it’s a decomposition disco - all the life, none of the cocaine.

And yet?

It’s all so lively, it’s energizing.

I had spent the day at a funeral.

Too young. Too similar to life at home. When you really love someone and they love and accept you? I’d like to say that I can’t imagine what he’s going through now.

The problem?

I fucking can - far too easily.

And yet…

And yet, there’s another step that I can’t know nor wanna know

There are some waves that I just don’t want to surf right now.

I have only just now pulled myself out of a multi wave, multi year hold do…