Pisces moons have been something of a pleasure out west. There's usually a dragon, its often colored beauifully (those orange pinks the last few nights, eh?), and the wind stirs something so passionately, exhilaratingly alive in me. These last few time increments have seen me shed my tears, howl my pain, and then pick myself up, breath out the bullshit, and move forward.
This Autumn's coat feels like home.













