Stepped off the path and green leaves were found sprinkled along trampled footprints. Dancing Bears and fire sticks that blinded the eyes were no longer amusing. Onto something rich. Richer. Or poorer. Left to worry about payments that were taken care of by another. No longer able to stand on ones own 2 feet. Difficult to grasp. It grasps around the throat and strangles until the gurgling noises of stressed air pulse out through the nostrils and lips. The rosy ones that spoke of sweet times that were now distant yet not so far removed as attempts were made to make to a return. Spring in fall conjures up feelings of being out of step with the life cycle yet it is better than feeling like winter in fall or winter in summer for that matter. Matters most when one is no longer able to differentiate one season from the next and they all melt into a conglomeration of days that never end, just slipping into a purplish black then awaken as orange heats up the morning sky. But on the way towards the clearing clenched teeth are beginning to loosen and speaking becomes tempered and easy.