NotDreaming

Strange to me that such an explosion of beautiful color signifies the death of a season. (or the beginning of one, depending on how you look at it). Also strange to me how some years I pay more attention to the blooms of spring, and some, more to the colorful trees of fall. Makes me feel old to have another year almost over and know I didn't do much of what I intended to do (or told myself I would at the beginning). Soon the holidays will be here and we'll all have to pretend how happy we are and how great everything is. It's something to look forward to if you actually do those festive things. And have cooperative family who want to. Hard not to envy those people who actually feel happy & festive.