Fall Is the Time of Earthly Alterations and Similarities In These, the Days of Wine and Roses

The world is Nature, and Nature is composed of two factors--Birth and Death. N these two extremes rest everything, including love and hate, and they are all we know from the time of our initial breath to the day of our last. The living world lies in the extended twilight between these two worlds. In reality, the only world we actually know is the twilight world, for we do not have memories of pre-birth, nor do we have advanced knowledge of our specific positions after out death.

In The Middle

We are now in the middle of the flowing waters and merging colors of twilight-- the twilight of the seasons, Fall.

There are many opinions as to exactly what Fall is. There are just as many opinions as to whether it is good or bad--or perhaps just indifferent.

It is, of course, the altering of heat to cold, rain to snow, short-sleeve shirts to fur-lined jackets, and warm breezes to cold and bitter winds.

It Is This And More

It is a good time to some people, for there are those who prefer a little more nip in the air that the summer heat allows for, and who would rather see a white blanket of snow than a white beach of sand, who see Fall as a step toward their wants. Then there are those who see the coming winter as stuck cars, howling winds biting ears and nose, and overall inconvenience. These, though, like the Birth and Death mentioned earlier, are extremes.

Somewhere In Between

The wise person is the one who can bend enough so that he does not break—one who can view Fall as a time of color passing, or the time of that last hike before the snows, or of just a little chilly day on a hill overlooking a valley of failing green grass making its way for the bleakness to come.

A Time For Preparing

Fall is the companion of the sough-after Spring, a period for change, a time when one feels closer to the land that he walks, than he does at any other time, for Fall calls his attention to the color and the drabness of the earth, the soft and the hard winds, the smooth and the rough grass—all things contrasting, and things in mutual opposition—a time for man to stop for a moment to review his summer and its blessing, and for him to look forward to a secure winter from those blessings—it is the time to harvest Nature’s good graces in preparation for its trials.

It is the twilight between Birth and Death, and it is called Life.