<html aria-label="message body"><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body style="overflow-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;"><div dir="auto" style="overflow-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;"><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false" style="font-size: 22px;">One Good Wind</div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false" style="font-size: 22px;"><br></div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false"><div style="font-size: 22px;"><span lang="EN-US">It’s October so, yes, the world<br>is dying but I always think<br>I have another month<br>at least, maybe two,<br>to marvel in the middle<br>of fall’s kaleidoscope,<br>walking this fractal trance<br>of kindergarten yellows and<br>(somehow!) iridescent pinks.<br>But then one good wind<br>comes in off the distant Pacific <br>and trees that just yesterday <br>dripped with dazzle<br>stand skeletized, stripped<br>of their abundance <br>for the promiseless months to come.<br>I guess what I’m trying to say is:<br>Don’t save up your praise. <br>Luxuriate fully in what you love<br>because the winds come quickly<br>and the winter is long.</span></div><div style="font-size: 22px;"><font><span lang="EN-US"><br></span><span lang="EN-US"> - James A. Pearson</span></font></div></div></div></body></html>