All Souls
Quiet.
Quiet. A sky the color of obsidian, pushing cool air over hills. Through trees. Rustling leaves that are shadows, now -- but in the daylight: green, yellow, and red-orange.
Cool. A rumor of snow on the air. Guttering candlelight still flickering from the jack-o-lanterns...casting light-shadow faces over dark ground.
Earth that is still damp from previous night-rains. Stones grown frigid. Breath mists on the air, now. Vaporous.
Inside, a clock sweeps through moments and warm air whispers from floor vents. Summer’s heat-shimmer is a dream, at this tick of the seasonal clock.
Time. Minutes and hours, days and moments, pouring into holidays and year ends. In the near past, the day before was bright. Sun still shining down vivid on mostly emerald. But with golden accents. The sly smile of frost.
Tomorrow.
Today...
November.