The time has now come for midterm exams and their accompanying stress. Fall break is just around the corner, and many of us are making personal academic assessments. I was born in September, the first day of autumn on many calendars, and it has always been my favorite season. It is cool and dreary, gray and downcast, but with such wonder of nature in those leaves that there seems hope after all. But with the drought of the summer, it seems doubtful that we will see our dear Kentucky autumn in its true splendor.
Autumn is a time of reflection.
The giddiness of spring becomes utter passion in the summer, but as that passion burns out there arrives the cool rain and smoky gray skies of contemplation. It is the perfect season to ponder, made for long walks of tree gazing and nostalgia, so still and quiet that it seems to hear every thought. This is the season for listening. Like the leaves that lie in wait of snow, so autumn lies in wait for our reminiscences, for our myriad of questions, for our sorrow. It neither seeks to cure our heart sickness or untangle our knots.