Coyote is on vacation and The Tourist is drinking wine in the café. Fall has been stunning but that drop from flamboyant beauty to messy decay always creates a pensiveness easily mistaken for depression. We are coming to the turning of the Celtic year, soon to be followed – if the prophecies are to be believed – by the turning of the Maya year. The election … well …..
Months have passed; years have passed. Whatever ground we gained has slipped away. New obstacles arise, and faintness of heart, and dread.
Annie Dillard, Expedition to the Pole