October is bringing the seasonally appropriate weather we have been pining for, as well as an unexpected melancholy, and bees. We seem to all have some work to do to adjust to the shift, and we are all in a state of either crabily bouncing off one another, or lost in a fog of our own inner worlds. Been trying to get us out of the house as much as possible, which is helping, I think. We’re pocketing leaves and acorns, admiring spiders (some of us from further back than others,) and mantids, and noting what the birds are saying. There is a list of things we haven’t gotten to, miles long, mostly made of comparisons. I’m considering a social media break to temporarily shut out the noise. Funny how inspiration can so quickly turn to noise, if you let it.