shhh....

I haven't told anyone that I'm back. I thought it might be fun to just show up and post.



Autumn is in full swing here. The last of the strong cling to the branches, yellowed with age but unwilling to cede their position even after having watched their comrades fall two by two and three by three to Earth. Still, their effort goes unnoticed. Above, a dense and swollen sky is too busy to notice the plight of the leaf. Its only purpose to deprive all of warmth and light, somehow impervious to the wind and Coreolis. It hovers and we suffer for it. There is something to the coldness of autumn that supersedes winter's more bitter but more tolerable temperatures. It's damp and soaks to your core. One doesn't "feel" that kind of cold, one becomes that kind of cold. This purgatory is too long lasting for me to maintain sanity. It seems never to end and each day it worsens.

Where is happiness?