Walking early this morning I had a vivid recollection of reading “Something Wicked This Way Comes” by Ray Bradbury when I was younger. Something was in the autumn air, the way the leaves swirled in the windy early morning darkness as the light appeared. The same sensation of late autumn in the book, the air of mystery that conjured up the “autumn people”. One of my favorite lines in the book is “Death doesn’t exist. It never did, it never will. But we’ve drawn so many pictures of it, so many years, trying to pin it down, comprehend it, we’ve got to thinking of it as an entity, strangely alive and greedy. All it is, however, is a stopped watch, a loss, an end, a darkness. Nothing.”

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“I’ll sing you this October song
Oh, there is no song before it
The words and tune are none of my own
For my joys and sorrows bore it

Beside the sea
The brambly briars in the still of evening
Birds fly out behind the sun
And with them I’ll leavng

The fallen leaves that jewel the ground
They know the art of dying
And leave with joy their glad gold hearts
In the scarlet shadows lying

When hunger calls my footsteps home
The morning follows after
I swim the seas within my mind
And the pine-trees laugh green laughter

I used to search for happiness
And I used to follow pleasure
But I found a door behind my mind
And that’s the greatest treasure

For rulers like to lay down laws
And rebels like to break them
And the poor priests like to walk in chains
And God likes to forsake them

I met a man whose name was Time
And he said, “I must be goin,”
But just how long that was
I have no way of knowing

Sometimes I want to murder time
Sometimes when my heart’s aching
But mostly I just stroll along
The path that he is taking”

― The Incredible String Band