Fall is over. My favorite season, done.

The sky is bright and blue and the comforting cycle of time and life continues. What choice do we have but to accept?

“Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.

. . .

Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?”

— Robert Forst, “Reluctance”