This mild November continues with moonlight and rain, rainlight and moon, fir needles, maple leaves, broomswishes, kisses, and hope. Bugs in the bushes, spidernight wishes, hugs in the kitchen, cats on the roof. And the joy we proclaim, through health and through pain, we help bring about. And peace is our name. Some call us children. See us, naked and bare. See us. Where is our doubt? Dispersed by the wind. The moonlight and rain. The rainlight and moon. See us. Come out!