or, as this particular season is so far proving, sometimes it yells as it suddenly appears in the depth of night, bringing with it chill, soggy rain and dark, heavy clouds. The season heedless wraps it’s self around every turn and the leaves turn dull and mucky as they forfeit their last great show. Here and there a burst of color still wills it’s self forth and the sun will still have it’s way as it bursts through the gray cover. I am still as in love with this season as ever and I take delight even in these quicker, quieter Autumns that do occur every few years or so. Nature is such a delicate balance, after all.