The thing that is most dominating my mind these days is Christmas... The thing is, though, I am currently unable to discuss it. So I'll leave it at saying I hope I'll actually have a Christmas this year.
Anyway... Yesterday was too full of sleep and sports to write. I hadn't planned on staying in bed until 11:00. And by the time I was reasonably conscious, the Ottawa Redblack game was on. Another football game right after and hockey after that and my day was set.
So today, after work, I went for a walk in the woods. There are few things as good as a thirty minute walk that takes forty minutes to do.
At the furthest point in my hike, I stopped in the middle of the forest... All still and duckish from the just set sun. I pulled out my phone, opened my journal app, and took ten minutes to write this.
Leafy Twig Sweater
Mine's a leafy twig sweater
Not built of autumn's cast offs
But grabbing them
As I manage remnant paths
Striding long through freeze dried vegetation
Once my walk comes to end
Upon concrete and asphalt clear
Mine is that brambled sweater
With me left picking cotton
Plucked from sleeves and chest
But all removal is impossible
And each new wearing leaves me remembering the walk before.
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