A Night into Autumn

The moon sings softly into the night as the last leaves of the season calmly wind and dance their journeys to the ground. Harvest season, as they say, is a time when it is said that the intricacies and flowing emotions of the heart are fickle and can switch without a moment's notice. "Todo será bien" The air of the season finds itself staunch with anticipation of what will be achieved before first snow. Walks of dutiful enjoyment turn into protests of shuddering teeth and all too often the bolstered scent of distant fire on cool winds remind us of nights, friendships, and childhoods long forgotten. "crecida tienes mucho" If you find yourself looking up and casting your vision into the abyssal night, you will feel the earth beat pulsing with the blood of eras and eons. ancestors from generations past call to us through the glimmers of light beyond the breach of the sky we call home. Your heart stirs and the hair on your arm stands at attention as the woman laying next to you gently pulls her nails across your skin "desesperanzado yo esperaré" She shivers and leans into your chest as you ponder the futility of knowing all there is to forget. for a moment things become calm and as rhythm flows into reality you wish for a moment to last for eternity. "y entonces las estrellas brillan"