October Meets November

When it becomes so cold as to be a distraction from functioning other than to eat and heat, it is time to move. When it becomes so quiet that your own thoughts reverberate and echo through the cranial interstices uninterrupted, then it is time to move. When the dogs follow you everywhere and get underfoot because they wonder what the hell is going on and why it isn't noisy, bustling or effulgent, then it's time. But it is not quite time, yet. It won't be very long. The fall is well along. The boats are fewer, the clouds are many and the winds are often strong. And this is nothing at all, just a hint of what will surely come. It won't be long. I hope we find shelter from the storms.