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Another Fall


Yet another fall dawns. The colors are glorious. Who could have thought mere green leaves could turn into such a collage! And yet as surely as they change colors, so must they perish. The tragedy is not that they must perish. The tragedy is that they are so heartbreakingly lovely while they last. It is a lot like love. But unlike the seasons, unlike fall and winter and their cycles, love is for once only. It comes, if you are lucky. It breaks your heart. And then it disappears, forever. All it leaves behind is the shell of what you were. And never ending loneliness.

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