moving to flagstaff and mustaches

I keep expecting something vast in scope to come forth out of my mouth and down to the page. Something essential , or at least Russian. But these past few days I just think about mustaches. Beards, sideburns, and soul patches. It is a natuaral progression from august to september. fall holds steadfast in its hint of the stark winter to come.the need for glorious facial hair and sterdy woman of scarf, and men of the low country putting on their preverbal fur .