(October 2022. Fall vibes in the Snowy Mountain Range of Southern Wyoming. At this campsite I was on FIRE writing some of the best sections of ‘American Nihilism & Its Discontents.’ Also, after spending the summer and fall obsessed with aspen, it was awesome to see them change colors up close.)
the chill of the mountain fall
alights the aspen ablaze
flaming leaflets fluttering
in sensitive worship of wind
flowing golden fire burns
loving the looseness of old life
still alive in the movement of moments
showing courage in knowing autumn
as the impending end meaning
now is the time to use everything
as death is the spark of all beauty
Beatin' Paths ~~~ The journey to the Great American Novel 