The best weather.

This is the nicest weather, the kind where you choose the sunny side
of the street.
The sky is more blue, and you are just comfortable in a cardigan. The
trees, I'm sad to say, though it makes them more lovely, are turning
rusty.
Acorns are on the ground, and chestnuts will be soon.
When I remember how it was this time last year, I am entirely grateful.
Grateful that I'm not in my bathtub trying to get a grip on my stupid
fucking heart, which is where I spent most of last September.
There is a reason why thanksgiving happens when the sky is bluest and
the apples are crispest and the trees are yellow and gold.
So thanks to the trees and sky and even to bathtubs.