As I intimate in the words below, I like autumn and winter, but there's a downward spiral in my emotions. I'm in control, yet, . . .
HOW ABOUT YOU?
RAIN, AT LONG LAST, has touched both our land and my soul. The burning sun of a protracted summer has released its hold; I breathe in the welcome cool and damp of ground-hugging mist.
Yet, an unforeseen sadness creeps into the worn fabric of life, and loose-hanging garments afford no warmth to my diminishing frame.