the last unicorn

So tonight I find myself hanging in my studio,I have all the windows open and the wind is rushing thru the house like a lover.It's a house built to catch a breeze.So southern in it's design.I think that I am content to be alone for a night and think things thru.So many astrological changes coming current right now and I have to think about the implications of many things to make informed decisions........and something outside smells divine.Smoke of some kind,but so sweet, and wet, and fragrant.Almost smells like aloeswood.It's riding the coming rain and I really could just breathe it in all night long.I don't think that there will be another warm night this year.This really is probably it.After this rain,it will be a long and cold one.I don't really look forward to the cold.I just want to drink in the rich, balmy wind until I drift off to sleep.The wind is picking up and making the trees speak so loudly.I think the golden ginko across the street has something to prove.I am glad I took photos of it a few days ago because this wind is liable to drop the leaves overnight.