The brilliant colors of Autumn are slowly fading away as November advances. The trees are shedding furiously; the brilliantly red Maple across the street from me is bare, as is that bright yellow Maple reflected in the creek in the nature park that I showed you last week. There is still color, but it tends to be here and there rather than everywhere; Winter's gray and brown are starting to dominate.
The (attempted) murder of joy (reprise)
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For years I have had an ambivalent attitude towards Christmas. It would
require a 3,000-word essay to clarify why I tend to feel a deep sense of
futility...
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