The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning “no.”
And tonight the heavy earth is falling
away from all other stars in the loneliness.
We’re all falling. This hand here is falling.
And look at the other one. It’s in them all.
And yet there is Someone, whose hands
infinitely calm, holding up all this falling.
(Rainer Maria Rilke)
The fall is always such a special time for me in Columbus. Really. This is the best time of year in the heartland. I guess you can say I love times of transition. In the fall there is a falling away. A Coziness. A briskness.
Change is nice.