There is something intrinsically ironic about autumn. It is probably the most beautiful of the seasons. After coming off a summer with sun and heat and an abundance of activity, people start back to school, back to work after a vacation and as we all get into a routine again, the weather begins to cool and I, for one, return to a deep and satisfying sleep. Here in New England the leaves begin to change in late September. Slowly we move towards that killing frost and the eventual winter that will bring those nasty colds, heat bills and other nuisances.
This year the entire process is probably a little different because of the election but for those of us who shut off the television and turn off the radio and chose to do other things, autumn is still a radical shift in weather and mood that brings us peace. If I were a religious person, this would be the high point in the year. It is a time of peace and a time for reflection. Those are two things that satisfy the human soul.
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