I'm feeling kind of low today and I'm not quite sure what it is. Maybe it's the nearing of the anniversary of Sept. 11. On one hand it feels as if it just happened - but then last night I went back and read through some old journal entries and it suddenly felt very far away. It's like there's this great big chasm between now and then and I'm standing here looking at the other side wondering how I got here and trying to reconcile the now with the then.


Does that make sense?


Or maybe it's just the nearing of fall - it's my favorite season. I love the changing of the colors, the cooling of the temperature. I love the way the very air seems to change - in color, texture and scent. But there's something melancholy about it too. A slow fading of light into darkness, I suppose.