Time for some autumn reading — I would have said ‘fall reading,’ but the connotations of the F-term are annoying.
Then again, to rise we must first fall. We must go higher than we once were. To see the light we must step out of the dark, out of the long night, and for the long night to pass we must be in winter, looking for spring, and to be in winter we must first watch the leaves fall and the days grow shorter.
Such are the whims of the seasonal world. Simple, repetitive, and altogether charming in their own roundabout and oftentimes confounding way.
Time for fall reading.
Winter is coming.
From the bays of Pearl Coast,
Fish a ton of oysters, strike a shiny pearl.