November 4th, 2015

The Red Tree

"And I chased away with sticks and stones. But that rage kept following me."

I would not have thought that today's sky could be worse than yesterday's, but that just goes to show what I know. I suppose this is beautiful New England autumn day. I suppose this is what people would mean were they to use that phrase, those words in that order. It's sunny and 63˚F.

It's horrifying the way this year evaporated. It all made sense up until late April or early May, and then the whole thing went to shit. And the days raced past. And now we're here, in the death knell of 2015.

I didn't write yesterday. And I didn't write the day before.

I have five photographs that Kathryn took yesterday:

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