October 10, 2011

Quiet. Too Quiet.

How strange it is, living through an October without a pledge drive.  No 4:15 AM alarms, no fifteen-hour days fueled by adrenaline and idealism.  I can actually accept invitations to Halloween parties because I won't be in a state of near-collapse by the end of the month.  I don't know if you've ever noticed this, but before the leaves drop off the trees, they turn all sorts of pretty colors. Cool, right?
Nature likes hitting us over the head with this all-things-must-pass business, doesn't it?  To experience renewal, we must slough off our scales.  The leaves die and crumble and mingle with the soil, the ground freezes, the world waits and rests...  and then it all starts over again.  Each of us, one day, follows the example of the leaves. 

Like I said, Nature is a trite mofo*. 

*I kid you not, this is a nickname of The Mozilla Foundation.