Indiana Winters 12.11.2023

Grey skies. Empty branches. Lonely roads.

After a short flurry, the bipolar sky changes it’s face to a beaming sun.

How the weather does change quickly in these parts. 

The weather is transient, sometimes just like the people,

yet this place never changes; always in a perpetual state of rust. 

The lack of light. The growing darkness. The cold meditative mornings.