Long Winter.

Kindling cut, wood stacked in front of the stove, tarp over the woodpile, ice coming down in the mountains, and the smell of rain out there even though the moon's visible through the clouds. This is a weekday and I am making effort on the weekdays to tell you what the weather is. We're colder. We're damp. We're headed back for winter. It's been dark since about noon. Come on, equinox, goddamnit.