True autumn doesn’t come with a date on a calendar; it comes with a change in the air, a certain quality of light, the heightened busy-work of birds and squirrels, the deepening of nature’s colors. And it comes for each person, early in the new academic year, when the buzz of human concerns crashes head-on with the ancient rites of transition. Groans and grumbles and added stress change in that moment of messy glorious perfection when we are once more reduced to parts of the whole and the illusion of control gives way to Reality. Will you recognize it when it comes for you?~excerpt from the short story
The Tuxedo Archives: Vol. 2009
, Article 6.
Available at: http://scholar.dominican.edu/tuxedolit/vol2009/iss2/6