Again again
There was an unmistakable scent in the air tonight as I walked home; it was the smell of firewood and chimney smoke, just a hint, floating through the nighttime sky and tickling my nostrils. Someone must have lit up their fireplace. Somehow, it reminded me of my childhood, although, I don't know why: I've never had a wood burning fireplace in my life... The air was a bit wet with impending rain, and the first layer of fallen leaves was starting to form under my feet.
It's fall again.
It's the time of orange, red, yellow, and of reaping what you sow. But some might say fall is sad, because it's the downward side of the proverbial cycle of life; things age and fall apart.
Supposedly, it's high time for depressive episodes.
So it happens, that apparently, my birthday is the national depression screening day? Isn't that interesting.
It's fall again.
It's the time of orange, red, yellow, and of reaping what you sow. But some might say fall is sad, because it's the downward side of the proverbial cycle of life; things age and fall apart.
Supposedly, it's high time for depressive episodes.
So it happens, that apparently, my birthday is the national depression screening day? Isn't that interesting.
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