november happiness

We put up Christmas lights around our front door. The air is crisp. (such a lovely description. i always think i want something else, because that is overused. but really it's perfect.) There was frost on the leaves in the driveway yesterday. Every year I get more excited about Thanksgiving.

Sometimes I can't do things.

And sometimes, can I realize that is what makes life beautiful?

I'm not ready to see it that way
and to understand it differently than
that the walls, when they come nearer,
mean that I am growing
until I break them open, free myself from their narrowness

- Klee

Reason to believe