Changing of the Seasons
Well, another Autumn has arrived. A thrilling Red Sox playoff run has just ended, and I'm listening to The National (yeah, I'm in that kind of mood).
Despite the heartbreak of the Red Sox not winning another World Series (that's such a strange thing to say..."another" World Series), Fall is a really wonderful time to be in New England. Humidity, mosquitoes, and green leaves go by the wayside. Instead, the whole region explodes with brilliant color before November and December bring in the grey and the cold and inevitably, the snow.
What kind of world do we live in now, where scarecrows are cute and clowns are scary?