Wake up, four months passed. Golden rays of sunshine befriend chipper leaves awashed in fresh rain and clothed with Fall’s finest colors. Tints of cheery red, tangy orange and sutle rust charm the branches that quickly are showing more bark.
I take stock. Fall 2009, 27th birthday around the corner. What needs a Fall rain to wipe away Summer’s dust in my life, what needs a little re-coloring to freshen its presence? Winter’s numb dullness hasn’t arrived yet, and before the giant lumbers into a cave to sleep it away, what ought be to attended to?