Fall

This year's autumn is killer. For some reason the leaves are more colorful than usual here, and it's really making me homesick. Driving along, all of a sudden it almost chokes me up, it's so reminiscent of New England.

Hopkins speaks it well in "Spring and Fall" addressing the feelings fall evokes of our own mortality. Seasonal melancholy is the plight of a yankee in the south, I suppose. Or the plight of anyone who stops to think beyond the moment at what the moment really means.