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I trust that you're taking good care of yourself, and of those you love, dear girl. I would be greatly saddened to learn of your distress.

The equinox approaches. Perhaps so too ready?

Happy solstice, ready. Tis the holiest night of the year, after all. "Dies natalis solis invicti," the Roman claimed. Hope your has been joyful.

Your presence makes it beautiful, dear.

A solstice like no other impends. My son enters a new chapter in his life (college student) and so, by extension, will I. Quantum physicists tell us the flow of time is an illusion and the future touches the past, yet this particular stream seems to be flowing ineluctably in a single direction. I hope the river of your life has been dappled and drowsy, though perhaps not quite yet ready for sleep.

Not to say that it's been two blue moons since you last graced us with your ethereal presence, but really. (waves)

The equinox celebrates balance ... but it lastly only one moment before the eccentric spin resumes. And yet, we do more than endure. We rejoice. In part, you're a source of such joy.

November has turned into November. Yikes. Relentlessly November: gray, chilled, colorless, drizzle, leaf-less, flake-less ... waiting.

Celebrating with equinoctial thoughts of you, dear. Working, with amiable persistence, to keep chaos and madness at bay. Pretty much surrendering to everything else.

tick, tick, tick ... an equinox impends.