The temperature dropped last night.
Fires going this morning.
I'm sitting with an unfinished stray cat, that has been developing slowly without speaking about it.
There will always be those things. That slip between moments.
The sun is coming up and I notice not many leaves have fallen yet. But the chill is here and they surely will.
I am going outside. Getting out of this chair. Might just walk in the wind and catch some free falling.
Feel the in between.
Maybe stitch a few leaves later.