Portal. The view through the portal was of a crazy, star-strewn universe. She knew she didn’t want to linger. It was too dangerous for her and the ship. Besides, she really wanted to go home. She realized she missed the familiar feel. All the exotic adventures were fun, but sometimes you just want to be comfortable and know what is expected and what to expect. Zentangle drawn on Strathmore Vellum Bristol using a black, Micron pen.

Autumn. They brought her sheaves and heads of grain and placed them at her feet. As she looked down at them, against the hem of her gown, she understood. It is the time of harvest, to prepare for the cold to come. It is time to burn the man of straw and rags. They must celebrate with things sweet and warm and ready everyone for the days of propitiation.