i have an uncle that passed today. we all return to earth. i know that. fall brings the decay of summer, whisked away by a biting wind. the sun evens, swallowed by the throat of tonight’s cold sky. his were the waning hours before rebirth. one person goes for another to arrive. i’ll take some solace in that. i hope he faded silently. i hope he got to see the sky turn the most beautiful pastel . i hope he didn’t just…wither. i may not find my dreams again until some other day. maybe tomorrow.