November Is

A long exhale. Catching up, finally. Taking a breath. Finishing up projects. Listening to mysteries on audiobook. Finishing my West Wing rewatch and immediately just starting over again. The baby looking at books on the couch with her ankles crossed, like possibly she’s thirteen years of age. A two hour nap. Writing a short story. Making a lot of soup. New pajamas. Bracing for the winter. Donating to Fair Fight. Avon under a blanket. Candles that smell like Christmas tree farms. The light through the yellow leaves in the mornings.