Losing

It has been cold. Autumn seems to have spread its sad embrace on this land. Not that it mattered or was unwelcome, but this autumn - at least for the moment - seems to have reached deeper into me this time.

The cool air, a sweet break from the heat of a zealous summer, once soothing, is cold and empty. And so I still find myself alone, searching, living each day as it comes and guessing the paths in front of me.

Autumn - the golden season of rest and reward. The leaves will soon start falling gently to the ground in a red glorious wonderland. Nature will signal its intention to rest and gain strength for the next spring. We, nevertheless will continue about our incessant business, ever hoping to achieve more.