Last day of November
In the city gray and lovely brisk and bustling with holiday shoppers.
Today we plan to walk in Central Park and window shop along fifth ave. it is a city tourist pastime. It suits my mood. November does. Ready to tuck in for winter sleep. Ready to dream smoky dreams ready to forfeit summer and bright spring promises. I am older now and for every promise spoken there has been one broken. For every green shoot pushing through the earth there is also an end. We are at the end now. We will walk through the park in our warm winter clothes. Behold the winter festivities. Behold the last wisps of autumn smoke curling into winter skies. We will trust in the promise of spring even as we count the steps home.
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| hat pattern by wooly wormhead on ravelry I finished my hat. |
We went to Saks on fifth ave and were galled by five hundred dollar Oxford shirts and dazzled by outrageous. antler chairs. 
We went to the Metropolitan museum and enjoyed art. 
We went to the Metropolitan museum and enjoyed art. 
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