That the fall and winter season fills me with a melancholy.

This year, somehow, has been different. I don’t know why, maybe I’m just too damned busy to be depressed. Still, I’m rather more hopeful this season than I have been in seasons past. It seems the world is a little friendlier, despite the loss of some people I hated losing, and a lot of other issues I’ve had. But I’m here, and I am surprised to be here, and I’ll take it.