Autumn 1

Autumn 1, originally uploaded by skitbraviking.

Yes, people, the season of death is upon us. The calendar has made it official but just these days, we have come to feel it in our bones. Soon enough daylight savings times will solidify it with convincing darkness. Bring on your heaters, bring on the warmed cider and dougnuts, bring on nights snuggled under a warm comforter.

Another passing thought this evening imbetween pages of the latest Zadie Smith novel: yes, I may be buying some property in the next nine months, but its illusions are beginning to fade. Sure, there is financial future in owning real estate, yet there is little else. I once held illusions about what owning a home means, but now it doesn't seem to mean much more than merely sercuring some money in real estate. Slowly I'm learning that the only real home is the one in your head. All else is illusion. But then again, the one in your head may be the greatest illusion of all, or a mere allusion to other warm places of the heart.