Semi-Daily Scribbles

i get a short-of-breath, wobbly knee feeling at this time of year. scalp tingles while eyes tear up and gooseflesh stretches over my bones. i look best wind-whipped and splintered as the yellows and reds compliment my temperament. my hair is a tangle of autumnal neglect. i celebrate these short-lived days before i return to my soft bed.