lastly.

there's been snow on the ground for a month,
and currently it's only nine F*ing degrees outside,
but,
today is still actually the last day of autumn.
yep.
tomorrow, all sorts of stellar cosmic heavenly sun-and-moon sh!t
starts poppin' off and activating.
today?
it's just really flippin' cold.
awwwwwwwwwww.
worry not, my worthy warrior poets and active participants.
the season may have unofficially ended forever ago,
and the day may be a busted, albeit bright, blemish
on an already unfulfilling month,
but you can still rely on one thing from the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,
nestled away, out of sight, and mostly mindful,
tucked into the rolling foothills of the woodsly goodness-
yuuuuuuuup...
expert treats for your big dumb faces.
check the sophisticated-holiday-hottness-type teleport:

neighbors,
are you drooling?
if you aren't, your salivary glands need checking,
because that is the super-sexxxy sour creamy coffee cake you WISH
you had on your plate this morning.
real talk,
to get the crumb and the bite to be all hannukah-grandma-yiddishy,
i hit it off with that vegan sour cream, AND plain unsweetened soy-yogurt.
duders,
it's so perfect.
mini chocolate chips in full-on overdoo-doo-it overdose inside the cake,
with so much orange squeezed of it's juice and microplaned of it's zest.
i mean, a LOT of that, all up in it for megadoses of dopeness,
and then, on top?
MORE of both.
obviously.
i even used bigger burlier chocolate chips,
for bolder boulders of sprankle magic,
blended all in together now with those zesty jauns.
huh?
oh, yeah.
and cocoa powder powering down deftly for a dusty grown-up presentation,
representative of a more intense and focused approach to dessert.
that's right.
super-fancy unnecessary and super-delicious meets expert holiday flavor,
and then gets a little more of all of it for good measure.
don't forget-
too much is the right amount.
i mean,
c'mon,
what are you?
an A*-hole?
don't you dare play around when it comes to treats.
i won't stand for it.
that's word.
***********
so,
this is it.
today is the day.
the last one of fall.
tomorrow,
it's the first day of winter,
and the last day of the astrological length of sagittarius.
then things'll really get going,
once pile-of-crap-ricorn shows up.....
firsts and lasts and worse and worst,
it's all really happening.
time travel, into the future, over and over,
spinning spirographs of concentric circles in thought, and word, and deed,
indeed.
a top view,
bird's eye-style, of a tornado.
that's what these changes of season seem like....
rings, interlocking, and rolling along, picking up bits and pieces,
and pushing them around until they're thrown out or placed somewhere else.
goodbyes still suck sh!t,
even when what you're saying adieu to has been gone for months,
in practice, if not on paper;
never quiet, never soft.....