Can it be that fall, the dying season, has come upon us so soon?
This Thursday marks the beginning of autumn and the beginning of the end for 2005. I expect all the leaves on the trees in my yard to suddenly redden and drop to the ground with a whoosh!
I love fall, with the whole harvest theme and dying fields of stubble everywhere. I love Halloween almost more than Christmas, and I even like Thanksgiving. Every year I add one more spooky decoration to my array and I rush home from work to greet the Trick-or-Treaters.
This year will be my daughter's first Halloween, and since she is only six months old I get to keep all of her candy. We also have to pick a good costume, something other than a pumpkin because that's just a clichÃ¯ ¿ ½.
Currently I'm leaning toward a cave girl outfit with a bone for a hair pin. Of course, that's pending approval from her mother whose word is law regarding fashion for the baby.
Also, now is the time when you can officially recognize the fact that you did not achieve your 2005 New Year's Resolutions and can just put them off until next year. You're free for the next three and a half months! Eat all the ice cream you want and smoke 'til your lungs drop out!
And certainly fall always comes as good news for people who, like me, don't have air condition in their car. Already the morning commute is so much better.
Still, that wonderful autumnal chill won't kick in for a while yet. I guess I still have some time before I have to pack up the Hawaiian shirts and cargo shorts.
But the big thing, again, is that once we cross that red line into autumn the year will begin to slip away with alarming speed. I'm already saying good-bye to it, the year in which my daughter was born and my favorite uncle died. It was the year of Hurricane Katrina and, I'm willing to bet it will not be the year in which our military involvement in Iraq ends.
The season of dying and of ending is upon us. The brown months are about to begin with all their melancholy pleasures and their smoky perfume of burning leaves and wood fires. In the distance the lights of another Christmas dance closer and you can almost hear the chorus of "Auld Lang Syne" for New Year's Day 2006.
Suck in that autumn air and hold it as long as you can.
Ed Brock covers public safety and municipal governments for the News Daily. He can be reached at (770) 478-5753 ext. 254 or at email@example.com .