Nothing to see here.

The days are shorter, and I sometimes spend a half an hour just looking out the window before bed. The smell of leaves decaying, and the sound of wet tires on wetter roads. Sirens in the distance, and a train whistle. This is the fall, and I've hurt too much this year. It's time for a rest, until spring brings me back to life.

Things are in the works. Long term things, the realization of dreams, and a mark to leave behind when I finally go from this place. I won't jinx it. 

Let's light candles and burn wood in the fireplace; let's bake cookies and pies, and sing about the joy of each other. Let's remember for a time that love is something in our reach, and forgive each other for our past transgressions, to dance in our homes, and sing to our friends.

To find peace in being alive, and to forget the worries that plague our hearts.

We are all still here.