In the fall everything that is rundown and old looks like its playing the right part. I think it is right. Chopped wood and tired eyes, the occasional burning sun even looks bleak. I enjoy this time of year so much because of its view and yet my broken mood that authentically hurts feels right. It is in accordance with the lung burning cold breathe. My heart sinks with the passing days and yet this makes me happy. Challenging my control of this craft which I thought I understood so thoroughly is a hunt for contentment that unearths only contempt of court. Ghoul court. http://www.15sunrises.com/images/20111114213200_sunset%20copy.jpg