1 year ago
Monday, October 03, 2005
The new moon has begun to wax again. The change of season is evident in the brown leaves which rustle as they blow and skitter down the street. Crisp night air is tinged with the smell of woodsmoke, and the geese have flown overhead twice this week, honking as they wing through the night sky. I do like Fall, but it is always hard for me to say good bye to Summer.