Harvest
Ah, youth. As I child I sort of hated September, the dreaded early-mornings back-to-school month. I kind of loathed the fall, harbinger of the long season of dark and cold to come. Not even the fun of Halloween could lift the doldrums for long; that faded with the last trick-or-treated, fun-sized Milky Way bar. In anticipation of my near-future loss of freedom and my obligation to study and socialize, work and perform, a low-level depression would begin setting in right after July 4 th . And last the rest of the summer, tinging it with kind of melancholy better suited for someone considerably older with far greater demands on their psyche. Youth is wasted on the young. Not sure when the tides turned, when I began to appreciate the glorious gift of autumn. When I began to welcome the clearer skies, the cooler temperatures, the shaking off of heady, heavy midsummer heat and humid...