I watched with apprehension and a vague sense of unease at the calendar as I turned it from August to September and now that the day and the reason have arrived, I'm still not ready: the start of autumn,
I'd like to think I'm braced for what's to come but I know I'm not. And spare me the 'To every season,' I'm not listening. I do not enjoy any aspect of this new season which the calendar says starts today but around here began a bit earlier as the trees prepared for it at some point a couple of weeks ago.
The leaves silently depart as the light of day grows shorter and the winter of our discontent approaches on cat's feet.
-bill kenny
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