Strange fruit

I decided to take a longer route home after Demeter's dinner call, because the evening was temperate, autumnal, and glowing. 

As the light began to leave the sky, and I was a block from home, I passed by a red dress swinging from a tree. 

Red Dress Day is supposed to be May 5th, but in the week following Orange Shirt Day, there have been demonstrations about the legion of missing Indigenous women across Canada.

Colder.  Darker.  My jacket was red, too, and I pulled it closer around me, and quickened my pace.

A room of one's own

When Virginia Woolf was speaking of "a room of one's own", she was, of course, speaking of women.

The need for men to have such a room has been acknowledged for centuries, but I won't begrudge the Spooky Men's Chorus in this dreamy celebration of the man-cave, which, somehow feels "Solstic-y" and Christmassy.  It's probably the candles.

The "Spooky Men" are Aussies, if you didn't pick this up from the visuals.