Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
Summer lets go it's hot grasp,
at last.
The seasons shift and we repeat what we have experienced so many times.
Again I am teaching Art History, currently looking at the revelry and gay life painted on the wall of the Tomb of the Diver.
Again the country struggles with an election between the person I call evil for his lack of empathy, his cruel monologues, his attacks on virtually everyone who is not a white Christian nationalist male, his extremism; and the normal, liberal, Kamala Harris with her attempt to return the country to sanity, to respect for diversity and empathy for one another.
Mornings of coffee and pastry on the screen porch, dining on Darryl's superb cooking and our favorite cafes and restaurants.
Still, I feel the loss of regular times together with my friends of the past. Are we all fading away from one another as we age?
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October this year offers Darryl and me a full autumn break: days and nights in Asheville, at the Pisgah Inn, drives on the Blue Ridge Parkway, time in Highlands, and cabin 6, beautiful, high up in Black Rock Mountain State Park.
Life is gay.
Life is sad.
It's all OK,
So I am glad.
Love, Jack
