awe to the unknown for all that it holds.
thank you, my friend, for keeping those letters for fifty years and then sending them back to me as a gift. they are provoking me to write what i had forgotten to write, until now. age, who knows, but fall has become my favorite season of the year. spring is nice and full of new, summer is bold and hearty, winter is steady and rests the world, but fall shows us the beauty of change. there is a lesson there for us all. 