it has arrived, silent and swift, cool and collected as weather can be. the rain regretfully acknowledged for the most, but welcomed by some. warm jackets and beanies from years before, simple armor, for the shopping seasons to come. patience, is my weapon to steady my focus toward the next weekend, but not the holidays, plural. i stand unprepared with shallow pockets and anxiety about my lack appreciation, outwardly. from a calendars insight im annually passing, onto the next set of empty promises. it cant be helped. its my nature
