Taking back my October, bitches. Nothing ruins my month. Came home from lovely walk, lovely yoga, lovely walk to pry open the paint-sealed windows. Made coffee to go with this playlist and sat by the breeze. The first pumpkin bread of the season is being made. I will paint while watching Fried Green Tomatoes. Later, Barbarella and if my body complies, costuming and sociality.


Only words.

New Orleans, you slay me. Sitting on the porch, quiet listening. November sunlight. 70 degrees, a breeze. Birds, dogs, children. A neighbor walks up and down the next block playing, practicing the trumpet, hidden. These moments are not rare, yet they always hit me right in the gut, up to my heart, and yes, I nearly cry.