First, an early swim. Then, ready for a walk with a friend, sheets of rain start over the field. Out, into the rain we go with the dogs and it grows lighter, and rains less. There is still color here and there on the floor of November, and all if it is slick and bright. Soon, to my desk, two writing clients today, and a quieter house. My office is pleasant. Plants watered and I work on my newsletter and follow up from the open mic. I begin to think about starting a new poem for Monday. Nothing written yet. I consider revising the troubling draft of one of my poems but the energy isn’t there. The wind comes, the house feels dark and the trees blow recklessly. I am ready for dinner by 4:00 p.m.! Frank kids me, when we wake, and I am talking about the Christmas tree and when we will set it up and this surprises him, that I am talking about it already. It’s the light and the storm. I imagine snow. Feel it coming and bringing the holidays. I create a new photo card series and order it for the holidays. The rain has stopped. Around 4:00 p.m. the sky changed. The grass in the meadow and all the pine needles down in the yard glowed with a pink after-storm glow.