<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>November on Own The Leap</title><link>https://owntheleap.com/tags/november/</link><description>Recent content in November on Own The Leap</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 31 Oct 2026 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://owntheleap.com/tags/november/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Morning I Couldn't Picture</title><link>https://owntheleap.com/posts/the-morning-i-couldnt-picture/</link><pubDate>Sat, 31 Oct 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://owntheleap.com/posts/the-morning-i-couldnt-picture/</guid><description>&lt;p>October 31. Saturday. I&amp;rsquo;m in it.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>I wrote yesterday that I couldn&amp;rsquo;t fully picture Saturday morning. What I would do with it. How it would feel to be in the morning after the container expired. I went to bed with that unresolved and woke up at 6:51 and the morning looked exactly like every other Saturday morning. Coffee. Dog asleep under the table. The particular quality of late-October light that takes everything down a register from its summer self.&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>