The colors are changing. For the first time this season gloves went on during the run. There were no fireworks in the last mile. Those went away after September. But in there place, a fire sky that meets humanity at the top of red leaved trees. All the thoughts condensed and caught, all the nervous energy turning as rapidly as the temperature.
Tomorrow I'll work on Mixed Messages, purposefully forgetting to take two for reflection. I won't delay or get hung up on side topics. Winter is coming, and the songs need to be ready to record by January. So, it means skirting the rules. The sessions are no longer a concern. Even with bad news, each opportunity is less than 24 hours away. And in between, room to replay, learning from every mistake.