October 29th, 2015

The Red Tree

"Tenderly, tenderly, please take my breath from me."

In the night, the wind stripped all the leaves from the tree outside my office. No more green, no more pretending summer isn't dead and winter isn't looming. No more leaves to help hide the sky. Time to close the curtain and leave it closed for another six months.

Things aren't good here. But they've been worse.

It's warm today, currently 72˚F and sunny. We have that sky. You know the one. Not a cloud in sight.

I need to begin work on a story for Ellen Datlow, and there's a novella I haven't started.

TTFN,
Aunt Beast