The night air is cool and still, still enough to hear someone’s television playing in the distance. This secluded house has somehow in the last five months become part of a neighborhood.

At least I still have the trees and squirrels and birds. I miss the darkness and quiet, but they will be around in other places where I can embrace them with more stillness of heart.

Fall has come today, and Fall for me is a time of thinking. It is a time of consideration, of looking back, and forward, and around.

Yes indeed, Fall is a time for thinking.