This time of year makes me think.

I often day-dream.

I often feel my soul's desires, stirring, restless and eager.

I am transparent.

Open to new thoughts and paths that appear seemly suddenly out of the sky.

I feel and I know that it is real.

New life, new thoughts, at the time of natures death. It's ironic I believe, somehow healing and oddly right. Death=Life

Life=Death

really which one comes first?

I know that leaves are dying, the air is turning cold and all is starting to go within. Somehow, I find myself coming out. Liberty. A sense of freedom in the Autum air that will carry me all the way to Spring.