October 31, 2021
At this rate, it looks like Inktober is going to run into Thanksgiving.
I discovered, recently, an essential aspect of the fall season that grows as the days shorten and the trees grow bare. , I feel a keen sense of foreboding. It is a foreboding for the cold. It is a foreboding for the dark. Dark days and drizzling winds carry a whisper of winter. Foreboding is at the heart of this perilous and exciting time of year!
Get out there and enjoy it while it lasts.
