I had a weird thought this morning on my home from the art museum. The autumn colors are fading and blowing away in the wind. And the rains return. October has always been my favorite month and one that goes by all too quickly. So, I was thinking about the passage of time, and it made me wonder how many more Octobers will I see in my life? For some reason the number twelve popped into my head. I don’t think that is morbid or anything, but it was an interesting, yet weird kind of thought. Alas, October is over. But it was a nice month this year and made for nice morning walks. Even if Barney wasn’t there to walk with me.
