Rabbit, Rabbit, Chicken

The first day of October is gloomy with residual hurricane breeze and misty rain. It sets the mood. The Autumn equinox brought cool air and gold light. October begins and a gloom appropriately shrouds the surrounding mountains. I have been homebound and buzzing with restlessness. A restlessness that canning and wood-burning and reading doesn't fix. I stand at the windows and marvel at the gloom and life. My on-call schedule ends tonight at midnight and tomorrrow I will steal alway to the mountains again.

Appropriately, the first day of October has me checking out books on cryptids and fables from the library. Currently I am biding my time at a bookstore before I make the drizzly commute to work. It's my Friday and I'm wearing my first sweater of the season. My mind, as always, is ready to steep in a cryptid darkness and this month will be composted into fantastic fodder.