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following the november storm

October… sadness, grief, searching, despair, hope, loss, colors and other things. Calm. The silence before the storm that is November.

October… laughter. Skipping along, holding hands. Raking. Leaf-jumping. Kisses. Playing in the blankets… alive.

October. The month that contradicts all that I am feeling right now. The month that rejects and welcomes me all at once. The month of utter confusion.

Halloween… and I am lost in the costumes, in the frolicking and screaming. Who am I? What does it all mean?

November…the storm hits. It’s impact sends me reeling and I am tumbling through the air, all control lost. Your fingers are the only string holding me to reality. And I wonder how long I can hold on? How long before you let go…?

December… your grip tightens and I am strong again. And once more I am engulfed in the joy of October, but without the confusion. I am fully alive at last.

“And so it seems the only way to gain wisdom is to endure…”

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