cold weather and a cyclone

It's been much too long since I've given a legitimate life update (not that poetry isn't legitimate,) it's just a bit... small. I have been writing, some of it particularly with home in mind, and I will share it all very soon. I just haven't taken the time to get it online yet.The weather here is cooling down, and it is my idea of perfect. There is a bit of sun, but it isn't too warm, mixed up with some days of rain, which aren't too cold. I sound like a weather man turned Goldilocks. This perfect temperature isn't fully true, I guess. The other night I wore my green moo moo nighty (given me upon arrival by Beth,) some knitted socks, and a shawl to bed! It was freezing. It must have been about sixty five degrees. I made fun of the bike rickshaw driver who had a red and white scarf wound around his head, only to go home and shiver all night long. Oregon winter, here I come?! There's been a breeze lately, but I can't fully enjoy it when I remember it's actually the last bits of the cyclone that just smashed along the coast of Bangladesh. An entire area is left devasted. Death tolls (according to BBC) are at least two thousand and tens of thousands of homes have been demolished. Send them strength when you think of it. To rebuild while you grieve is no easy task.