With the harvest reaped, leaves fallen and turning to mush, cold creeping up, November in the northern hemisphere signals the beginning of nature's dead season; a finale, perhaps a reminder, to our circle of life. And at this time, stepping outside to smoke, I found myself in a rainstorm, chilled drops on a Scottish glen, so I decamped to the greenhouse, sparked up, turned round, came face to face with this fella above and spent the next five minutes contemplating death, bones in the earth or fire ... make of it what you will ... and it will happen, one day or another.
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