Falling
October is my favorite month. I'm a sucker for melancholy. For ruminating. For mulling. Okay, yes, for overthinking. I suspect this is why I love fall. Autumn is a thumb-sucker's season. The perfect climate to recline under a crimson tree and consider all that has come before and imagine what might arrive after the final faded leaf has tumbled to the ground. It is definately not summer, when being in-the-moment is all that is required -- all that you can manage in the grip of searing heat. In autumn, even while marveling at nature's vibrant palette, the mind cannot stop wandering. It simply cannot stop knowi...
