No Clever Title
Driving home tonight in the first darkness of autumn, the moon was a new fingernail of orange-y color in the twilight of the western sky.
There is a sadness in late summer, the realization of things still left to do, of things that will be unaccomplished. It is ironic that life goes by faster and faster just when one learns to enjoy it.
There is a sadness in late summer, the realization of things still left to do, of things that will be unaccomplished. It is ironic that life goes by faster and faster just when one learns to enjoy it.
