In our everyday lives, where the tires don’t stop and everything is going, go, go it is nice to just sit, sit, convene. At times it feels like the holidays is what arranges the family together anymore. This year, like the last, I spent my days in South Carolina with the part of my family I did not grow up with but visited during my adolescence. The dinner was filling and I envied time for the moment on which I was seeing, perceiving, as it would be one I think back on for all of the seconds to follow. It was my first feast with my son and his first with his father and mother. His soul was stellar and even though I was full he still found ways to completely enlighten me.

When days start out rough and there is a valley being walked I just remember that the sun will still slumber, the moon with fattening agenda and rust will too fall asleep. I remember that there is always a time to eat and a time for love. I remember November.