First November snowfall today. It is the most gentle snow. Light and steady, the snow clings to the oak trees with their late browned leaves still hanging on. The feeling of looking out the window, walking around out in the snowy dusk, the incredible melancholy which is a combination of comfort and yearning sits weightily in my chest. I am warm and blanketed. I am cold and tears well in my eyes. I am full, yet starving.
















