From Maine to Japan

It was a strange day weather-wise, starting drizzly and damp, becoming sunny and beautiful, and then the wind picked up and gusted clouds in. It matched my mood as well.

October is a transitional month, getting ready for winter and the long darkness. Novembers have traditionally been bad months for me--for some reason, every kind of tragedy and inconvenience seems to wait until November to strike me. So October has an uneasy feeling, tense. Uncertain. I feel the urge to store up against the coming cold, like a squirrel stores nuts. But you can't store up light and happiness, security and creativity. They're liquid assets, they trickle through your life like water and are gone, beyond your power, only to rush back up when you feel certain the springs are dry forever.

Obviously changeable weather makes me wax poetic!