DeborahBatterman

Today was a perfect autumn day. Crisp, cool air. Golden light.  The crunch of leaves underfoot. Tonight, barely 7 p.m. and the sky is ink blue.  A crescent moon casts its spell. To be in sync with the seasons is to be reminded that autumn is tinged with the stickiness of nostalgia. To feel … [Read more...] about The best of times, the worst of times