11/08/24

A chill on the air this morning but it is not below freezing. There is less light every day, fewer leaves in the trees. But yesterday I got so warm while riding my horse that I stripped down to a t-shirt to pull his saddle. November in Iowa never used to be this way.

There’s no sense in being afraid of the future. I focus on aesthetics to soothe myself. The gleam of water in a glass. Our dog’s muted reflection in the worn sheen of the floorboards. There is art on every wall of this house, each piece made by someone I know or knew or at least have met. I wonder why pain turns some people mean but teaches others to search and grow and labor to create beauty.