There is something gorgeous about a cornfield that’s gone to seed; the useless stalks crowded together in steadfast rows against a pale blue sky. I was out walking early yesterday morning and I came upon a dirt road that ran between two fields: one fallow, mounds of dull-brown dirt, the other a dry rustle of leaves before they are cut for straw.
There is something delicious about the sad, longing for autumn I feel just before the seasons change. I have always felt it – this stirring of melancholy that kicks up a yen for sweaters and boots and hot mulled wine…
I miss the feeling now that I’m back in Florida. But I’d like to share the article I wrote for Sanford House on: Seasonal Affective Disorder: How SAD Can Derail Your Sobriety, because I think that’s what I’ve got, and it hurts so good. Click the link above. Read it and weep…
