“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.” – F. Scott fitzgerald (the great gatsby)
” Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”
– Albert Camus
“We cling to our own point of view, as though everything depended on it. Yet our opinions have no permanence; like autumn and winter, they gradually pass away.”
– Chuang Tzu
I sit quietly, listening to the falling leaves – A lonely hut, a life of renunciation. The past has faded, things are no longer remembered, My sleeve is wet with tears.