When Autumn Comes Again

Everyone doesn't get autumn, except in their imagination. Autumn is the calm before the rage, the beauty before the beast, the dream before the nightmare. Autumn is the multicolored blanket covering the ground, the smell of pumpkin, the laughter of children and the brisk air before the snow. At least I think that is autumn. It has been many years since I have lived in that time of year, it always seems that life is more beautiful before it goes away. This book is about that time. It is not necessarily about death but about life and loving and giving, until it is no longer there. Autumn is first love that can never return. Autumn is love during senior years that is last well beyond "death do us part". Autumn is sometimes walking from hell into a cooler place. In southern California, some say there is no such thing as autumn, those same people say there is no Santa Claus, they both live in our hearts and minds.