November

I walk in the last mournful rays
of November sunlight
their pale light
failing, so it seems
like a melancholy dream
I feel the cold chill
of air preparing for the snows to come;
my heart despairs of finding warmth, hope, comfort.
I have walked a hundred roads,
thought a hundred thoughts
and still it comes to this
fading November twilight,
of time gone, going
of winter's coming,
the cold blank whiteness
that swallows the world.

Perran Nov 19/94

By Daniel Dickinson

I’ve had quite an interesting (read challenging) life and managed to do some pretty good work despite all of that. On this site, however, I am mostly focused on topics that are either personal or political, rather than ‘real work’ like firmware development, web development, work history, and the various professional and hobby activities that are what far too many folks see as the only things that make a person’s life valuable or make a person’s life matter.