When the rain is blowing in your face

And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love.

Seems like several cases of blog bog out there, here too. Maybe some exhaustion setting in, the anticlimax ( I prefer the climax). Season change and hibernation preparations and all. Could be we're wallowing in the silence of no political ads assaulting us. If spring is rebirth and hope, I think autumn is introspection and reflection. The color is gone, even the green is fading and soon it will be all black and white and grey. But that's OK, it happens every year and I don't hate winter like I used to because I still get to be me, live and breathe and experience joy and heartache and longing and desire. Nothing wrong with taking yourself inside to play for awhile. There are books to read, sights to see, music to move to and enough holidays to head off any boredom that might be trying to sneak in. I'm actually looking forward to a touch of boredom. That would mean I have this move out of the way and am settled in. People are looking at my house, in my home, seeing my stuff. Such an odd feeling, I hope they don't go through drawers. Do you like the idea of being alone in someones house and going through their stuff? Finding what they keep under the clothes either tossed or folded in their dresser drawers? Up on closet shelves where it's really hard to reach? Oh, and nightstands, I bet there is some really cool stuff in nightstands. The idea fascinates me. I'll attribute it to my voyeuristic tendencies. Speaking of which.............go here.........http://katspaws.blogs.com/..........this is one talented young lady. Her trees speak to you. Really they do, look and listen.