10.29.15 I know I know how many love the bright and the sunny

 the warmth and the festive fresh blossoms. While I am soothed by the many shades of gold and tan, brown and green; the elegant curl of the remarkable dried wild grasses. The multitude of wild ones hiding themselves invisible out of fear ... of us . 

I love the dark and the rained upon , the durable and the somnolence. After the harvest and just before the deep sleep .