For the Love of Fall… and Democracy
and why I don’t want the fall OF democracy
I harbor crazy-mad passion for late-stage autumn.
The crunchy music of sidewalks littered with leaves… how the air thins with the crisp, damp scent of seasonal decay. How sunlight oozes through foliage and bakes the last threads of chlorophyll before we’re left to inhale only “left-over” oxygen for winter.