Lately, I’ll sometimes feel a chill in the air and look around to see a few errant red leaves on the sidewalk. Above me, the sky is gray. I listen and all I can hear is an almost imperceptible breeze moving through the branches above me. The scent it carries is that of dry leaf and soil – weary earth. It is early for this, I know, but I can’t help it. Fall’s approach is a great relief to me. It’s like catching sight of home after a long journey.
Word.
– posted by adam ( 8 october, 2004 @ 11:59 am)