Autumn is upon us. It's strange how the change happens in only about a week here. This year's weather has been pretty extreme, too.

Maintenant est hiver,
La ciel est gris,
Le champ est tranquille,
Les fleurs dorment,
Maintenant est hiver.

-Opal

Everything is moving against itself. The bass drum sets its rhythm and life kills and waits to hatch. Opportunity passes, a browning leaf falls. Someone dies. Happiness is defined and redefined and smart people resolve to stop trying to figure it all out. Our heart beats; people are disappointed--they've come to expect too much. Worries jostle around; a thick fog on our cold rocky ledge and we won't sleep well tonight.

Estoy perdiéndome. A veces sé donde estoy y todo lo que quiero hacer con esta vida tan corta, pero me asusta. Todo parece tan importante y significante al momento, pero es mas una cosa del mente. No sé como mi mente ha soportado mis ideas tan grandes y a veces ridiculosos. Quiero un cambio de música.