Some people revel in the change of the angle in the Sun.
I am not one.
The slanted, golden rays only remind me of hard times.
Whenver the bottom drops out, the shoe drops, it's fall.
Fall is full of falling apart, falling by the way side, falling ill.
Autumn sounds like a funeral drum for a hanging. au-TUM.
A relentless beat of time reminding me another year is gone.
These are my Summer years but I spend a third of them in the dark.
Shut the windows. Bar the doors. The reaper is coming.
via Fat and Not Afraid http://ift.tt/2eW70iU
