Yes, it is true. Autumn is here, it is blowing in over the lake — I can smell it, sense it. Things are so different now than they were last autumn, or even in May, or even two weeks ago. Things are always changing, always evolving, always praying to tomorrow.
I am having a difficult go of things. I will be glad when October comes and I am on to new projects and things have evolved in new ways. There is nothing to excite me here, now. Perhaps I can find something to excite me once current responsibilities have been discharged.
Perhaps someday I will be able to walk the road, never leaving it, ever, for the rest of my life.