A teasing wind brushes through

thick pine boughs, ruffling their

surfaces with drunken intention.

A mischievous breeze rattles the bones

of shutters and window panes.  An

overrun of coolness circles

like a hungry thief.  Shadows form

Halloween masks and creatures without

heads.  Each step is weighted.  Weakness

has no place while the clearest of eyes rise to

the occasion.


Home is just ahead, where hope is stored;

No key required.


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