My son has been a little under the weather for a few days. My wife is in bed early. I am heading there soon, too.
Listen, I love this time of year. Autumn leaves .. the colors.. the cool breeze. But this year something is nagging deep at my spirit. The perpetual onslaught of time isn’t helping. The constant transition from season to season, year to year.. all seems to be speeding up.
And this year, my perhaps more-fragile-than-they-should-be 32 year old bones are feeling the weather change. So is a bear that ate garbage near my house last night. And three snakes stuck on a sticky trap that tried to get in my house last week. Everyone seems to have a sense of dread for this winter..
Maybe because it’s 12/21/12. The end. Or just the beginning.
