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ice on everything,
fog around everything,
and water in between all of that.
new england novembers, ninjas.
we get busy with some burly, soggy surroundings,
and with the need for sweaters seven months out of the year.
still,
november is the one that brings the most misery.
winter hits early,
the skies dump doo-doo butter at every chance,
and the deep darkness sets in before most of us get out of work.
hard styles,
hard times,
long nights,
and cold days.
there's always somehow more of that to go around.
of course, talking about the weather changes little about it.
but the winds are blowing in some changes
from all over the place.
for instance,
there's art getting made in this house.
for real.
arthur-making blocks of hottness are being pumped out.
gun-nut craziness is in full swing, too.
the studio may get another 'nother other artist,
so HE can sit around and not work with the rest of us.
changes, ninjas.
some good, some bad.
sometimes.
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it's the time of year for being grateful, too.
and i sure am.
the house is warmer than last year,
although i'm a heap of loot poorer for it.
my eccentric and eclectic hobbies are panning out
into fresh and flavorful doings and goings-on.
and it's wet and cold and foggy, still.
dark early, and not a star to be seen.
the werewolf warlord ways and means
are obscured by clouds,
and i'm grateful for THAT too.
i've got sketches that need inking,
and linoleum that needs carving.
tonight's the night,
just like every night;
never quiet, never soft.....