The changing of seasons usually prompts me to write. Well, truthfully, looking out the window prompts me to write. But Fall seems to signal the closing of another year. Not quite closing – we’ll save that until November, when the area really looks bleak – dark and damp, trees standing naked with the leaves gone. I’ve often thought that trees in November look particularly forlorn, almost embarrassed to be seen until the snows come and dresses them up a bit.
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