Sorry for the lack of postings, but I'm back in Detroit, and things are getting harder. Meanwhile, Fall proceeds apace. It's beautifuI, but I can only see it from the corner of my eye. Trees turn, days shorten, even as my mind is elsewhere. The Park was just starting to turn when I was last there; when I return, I fear the best of Autumn color will have passed. It started with the White Ash, turning first yellow, then purple, then standing bare. Naked to the sky. So now stand I.












Loosing track of the cycle is losing track of Life.

I seek return, but it looks like I must go the long way 'round.

I hope to see you whensoever I may arrive.