COSTUME
Black and white, head to boot. Stripes, not a onesie unless you mean it.

NIGHT 1 OF 31
The month opens in monochrome, and then the fire argues with it.
Black and white, head to boot. Stripes, not a onesie unless you mean it.
A single striped ribbon. One earring. Nothing that matches on purpose.
The posts are wrapped in opposing bands. The fire stays orange underneath.
The month opens in monochrome, and then the fire argues with it.
Black sesame buns and white cheese on black plates.
Charcoal lemonade, sweet enough that the color is the joke.
A drum that only plays on the off-beat, and a piano that refuses to.
Walk the zebra line painted through the yard. If you step off, you start again, laughing.
The opening. Everyone arrives already in the bit.
At dusk the stripes catch the fire and stop looking like a costume.
OF THIS OCTOBER
Nia in a striped coat. Owen adds one white glove and calls it finished. Of this October, not a live crowd.
EVENTS
A FRAME, IF YOU WANT ONE
You at the mountain gate at dusk, black and white clothes, orange fire behind you, a striped ribbon in one hand, snow barely starting, no text.
STALL
Wool, two colors, long enough to be a costume by itself.