For a long time there was nothing but the roar of the wind, the clouds racing across the charcoal expanse, the last autumn leaves ripped from their roots and sent spiraling skyward, until whatever whatever wild party that had bustled down from the heavens finally expired in a last drunken sigh as the South Wind fell into slumber and the calm, soothing moon rose over the horizon. I can already tell that the build up to the holidays is going to be inordinately stressful and difficult and as much as I’d like to give in to that reality, I am too burned out to feel anything but tired.