I always get a bit anxious around this time of year. The month of November marks the strange transition into winter (complete darkness and a lasting chill) that is punctuated by a fleeting feeling of warmth and life. Even the trees struggle to hang on to the few glowing leaves they posses. I am always trying to wring out every drop of life from autumn's burning life force. Knowing that fall is merely a transitory season, how do I live in the moment? How do I obtain that perfect state of seasonal equilibrium, wherein nothing is coming nor going. Do I toss the jack o'lantern out the moment Halloween is and start preheating the oven for Thanksgiving, or let that rotting gourd soak into the steps on my front porch and eat stale candy on my couch while watching Nightmare on Elm Street? I should probably calm down, because I am sure that in a month or so I will be lamenting over a dying Christmas tree.
