
Above : A nondescript autumn tree. It is today, October 1st. It doesn't seem to me that I can say much about fall that hasn't already been said - nothing about the changing colors of the leaves, and the trees eventual shedding, which is like dying, or growing old, and nothing about the ripeness of the pumpkins and squash in the dirt, nothing about harvesting, which is like collecting what is duly yours, the things you've worked hard for and deserve, nothing about the laziness of not-warm, but-really-not-very-cold afternoons, and how they stretch out and open like a [...]