About Fall
It’s that time of year again.
Darkness falls like an avalanche earlier and earlier. Temperatures follow suit, dipping lower and lower.
The leaves are still green, but hope lingers in the air that the change in temperatures will fade them to the slow burn reds, oranges, and yellows we all remember instead of the grave side brown that seems to come too soon these last few years.
The nights get cold enough that dead trees make one last sacrifice and the odor of their second dying fills the air. The evidence of that sacrifice hangs close to earth, like the aroma of incense rejected by a deity.
You can almost feel the earth about to die, to slip into a long, lifeless sleep. There is always the hope of spring whispered on the whipping winds, but oh what you go through to get there.
Eating, sleeping, moving, living — it all becomes so hard. Every fiber of your being yearns to yield to that overwhelming natural sense that the season for all things good is ending. Yet the drive for life propels, compels.
Somehow, it must go on. This show we call life must go on.
