Fall

Fall: just in the word itself there’s no judgement, no anger, no hurt feelings, no loss of life, no death that is not a kind of beauty.

The word, fall, is completely comfortable living with itself.

I love fall, fall is so classic, a kind of feast of both order and change.

I want to keep fall all to myself before I share it with others; all the colors given to fall, the enlightenments and the darkness, the nectar in the stars, all of it.

Now that I’ve had enough sleep to stay awake I’m not to worry about what’s coming next.

Now there’s just enough light left for me to find myself in the midst of a dilemma.

Palermo, Sicily, 2014. Photo by author.