Hello Darkness

Happy first flipping day of fall.

Ah, sweater weather. Who doesn’t love the bite of crisp air, with a promise of frostbite yet to unfold? What is happiness if not bearing witness to the waning chlorophyll induced changes, leaching green? My wish to hold captive the fleeting brilliance of new colors, ranging from cornflower to flame, will come to naught. Don’t blink. A heavy rain, early in the season, will concede abandon to the wind and send the variegated artistry adrift.

You pay someone to gather and haul away the fallen, winsomeness. Then compensate another stranger to climb a tall ladder. He blows leaves out of the gutters and onto the area you just paid the first person to clear.

Poor planning is the bane of my existence.

I do love autumn, every one of its ten minutes. Then, I want to go to bed at 7 pm because on Sunday, 05 November, the annual blanket of darkness will be tossed over our world again.

Yes, we will “fall back” an hour. What happened to the bill meant to keep us in sunshine, to make daylight savings permanent? It passed in the senate, but “stalled” and died in the House when the session ended last January.

That’s okay, I get it. When a deadline looms, I go on vacation and my work disappears… if only I were a politician, but that’s not how the real world operates.

Hello darkness, my old friend.