My home is becoming a dark winter house again, the annual transition to a new rhythm entering my consciousness—grey shadows, more dullness than light, cold and damp seeping through every crack. I search within for the subtle changes I need at this time of year.  Have I always felt this tired tug of hibernation as winter draws near?  My one-size-fits-all gloves come out of storage along with a black toque for chilly autumn air, the baseball cap back on the hook. I open the curtains wide and lift the blinds to gather in every ray of light. Aromas of herbs and stews fill the kitchen with warmth. Breezes from the open window uplift my languid spirits.

rainwater dripping

from the yellow ash

one lantern of fall

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