The start of winter commences when the harvest is over, and the end of the year draws near. It’s a time of feasting, celebration, and reflection.

I seem to have this same stream of consciousness during Hurricane season. As someone with both Caribbean and Southern US roots, I always know that the same time of year that the veil gets thin is the same time of year when the sky seems to crack open. The cycle of trauma appears once again on my newsfeeds, calls to donate intensify, and Black Indigenous POC still suffer the most.