Autumn Air.

Yes. Yes, in-fucking-deed.

Banishment.

(RMS, 6-8-22.)

Fortuity.

“Said one observer on Gallatin Road, about three-quarters of a mile north of the storm, ‘The tornado cloud was first observed while watching the unusual hail, which fell prior to the storm. The cloud approaching from a westerly direction appeared like a huge inverted cone moving rapidly across a light-colored background of rain, looking very much similar to a shadow moving across a motion picture screen.’”

https://www.weather.gov/ohx/nashvilletornadomarch1933

“She began to do as she liked and to feel as she liked. She had resolved never to take another step backward.” - Kate Chopin, The Awakening (via the-book-diaries)

Caged, your dress riding up your ass Kicking at your cast Limping, yet harassing the dance floor Caged here, too, within the concrete and glass and the metal my mind is for itself I’ll dance with you, darling New friend. Someone without bounds. I used to be you I fear to be you.

RMS, 9/9/2018

The Return of the herd by Charles Sprague Pearce (1851–1914)

Autumn isn’t the same without you.

(RMS, 8-21-2018.)

—Virginia Woolf

One had a day; one had a year.

(RMS, September 2021.)

Finally got to thank them for saving my life after twenty years.