e’re having a proper, wet autumn this year. Someone was flailing his arms and trying to tell me that the ocean’s temperature has returned to normal. There is snow in the mountains, the streets are flooded with leaves, and the air is dense with rain being pushed by the wind. It’s what we expect when the lower seasons come rushing coldly at us and it’s what we haven’t really gotten the past few years. It caused someone to flail his arms and tell me about drought. Drought? Here? Get the hell away from me with that nonsense.

The days grow ever-shorter as we approach the utmost contraction of light.