The fiery beauty of the Northeastern foliage season has transformed our trees into a dazzling display of yellow, orange, red and vanishing greens. The sound of migrating geese brings back awareness of passing seasons, life’s cycles, and the impermanence of existence. There is a sense of sadness that accompanies the crisp fullness of autumn air—ripe with the inevitability of time flowing onwards, impartial and steady. All in all, not a bad setting in which to examine one’s progress through life....
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