october becomes november...

it's sunny outside, the air is crisp almost fresh. the soil is loosing it's fecund scent, there's a blanket of wetness and decay masking the earth's aroma. today

just a bite, not a nip maybe bright with autum-leanings. yesterday was seasonal? there is confusion in my garden, confusion in my mind/body. what do i don, how do i prepare my hide for mingling...the mercury is unsure and so am i. i suppose, i could juxtapose the layers thin-to-thick on my wall-rack and visit the day with trepid little porch checks. good morning neighbors, passersby, squirrels-so-sure and leaf debris...what does the air signal to my internal mercury? my body is changing, i do not know what 56º feels like at lattitude 42.14 longitude -72.5...i've thrown it all into whack. my blood is thinner, my hide is thicker and i was just getting used to september becoming october.