Autumn lends itself to reminiscing and contemplation. To thoughts of past classmates, old friends, and scattered family. I often think about what they’re doing today. Did they wake up feeling content and happy? What have they been up to, are they happy with the direction their lives have taken? I often wonder if I cross their mind at all, how often do they think of good times and old memories? I hope they’re having a good day, and that their life is fulfilling and full of hope.
October’s poplars are flaming torches lighting the way to winter.