September 1st 2019

cofI was still blue today. Not sure what it is. Probably a combination of exhaustion, a return to routine, and the weight of responsibilities I no longer want.

But I’m guessing I’m not alone in feeling that way. What saved me was finally sitting down with my novel,  adding another page, starting a new chapter.

That lifted my mood.

That and September, my favorite month. I also have poems I want to finish.

early
    autumn clouds—shadows of their own
        shadows

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