Cold November

I admonish unto myself as I gaze thoughtfully at the grand flock of birds flying in circles; It is as if they lost the current of wind that so directed them to the warm breeze Of their winter home. Their faulty lead so greatly mimics the threshold that I have broken on this cold November day. I cannot begin to explain my self-indulgence concerning quaint but ever so austere memories Of the many realities I have beheld in my lifetime. While this racking of thought protrudes my mind in constant reverie, I can’t relinquish the infallible gifts bestowed upon me graciously throughout my many trials. Therein I find hope; Hope that will assist me in this ferocious expedition to find the truth of my existence.