Signs of autumn are popping up here and there. I like autumn, and I fear it. I like the colors, the stark beauty, the fog, the sunsets and sunrises, the rime and frost. And I fear the darkness, the days when the sun never is visible and grayness prevails.
A friend said that one should take each day as they come. Sometimes it is rather difficult, those dark days. But then, maybe one can take those dark days as they come - who says that one has to enjoy them? Enduring in enough.
(Posting title is from the poem Incantation by Czeslaw Milosz, translated by Czeslaw Milosz and Robert Pinsky.)
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