The Fall Buffle Heads
There are times when I cannot maneuver anymore and can’t think what to do. It comes and goes, thank goodness. I have an old friend. Time goes by without a word, then bang! There we are, back in the youth of memory. So what I do is pause.
Fall is a time for the beauty of transition. It flares and sparks and smolders away-- quietly, slowly, leaf by leaf.