There is an energy shift.

There is a chill in the air.

The show is coming soon, you best be aware.

Prickly with a gentle touch.

The sweet smell of childhood.

Sap sticking to my fingers as I sweep the needles with my hands, making a bed to lay my head and be still.

The wind whispered through the dark. Winter is coming, and with winter comes the confusion of darkness vs. light.

Sometimes I stumble.