on the road south last week, i watched a massive pair of dragons slide across the sky in steel blue and silvers. the rain pretty much fell off their tails. it’s still awesome every time i see them like that.

today is dim, grey and wet. outside smells of wine-dark leaves, rain and rot. my white ash is skeletal now, grasping at the sky with naked fingers.

i’m good and cold these days, waiting for the snow to fly. i might be waiting a while, but it’s alright. it’s already winter inside my bones. the Cailleach is stirring.

samhain comes, and with it winter. i rest in november, and prepare for the winter’s heart. some people sleep in winter. i run with the wolves.