First Known When Lost

Autumn is always the same:  each year we make the same outward and inward passage.  The quickening rise to brilliance.  The inevitable denou...

I am of two minds about the wind of autumn.  On the one hand, I long for a windless world in which the brilliant leaves remain where they ar...

First and foremost, autumn awakens an impulse to run out into the World before it is too late.  Time is passing.  And the duration of autumn...

A few days ago, when I got into my car, I noticed a tiny, barely visible brown spider hanging by a thread from my rear-view mirror.  As I wa...

The goal of the purveyors of popular culture is to steal Time from us. Popular culture is always about the pursuit of the newest  and the la...

As I have observed here in the past, the turning of the seasons is a matter of emotion and of sensory impressions.  The seasons come to our ...

It was a clear, windy autumn morning on the western shore of the Isle of Skye.  I paused.  The person I was with continued walking through a...

When it comes to this business of growing old, I have no advice to give. This is the first time I've done it, so what do I know?  I pres...

As I am wont to do, I was recently contemplating the obvious:  where would the loveliness of the world be without all of its variations on b...

I am one of those who tends to believe that the World is going to Hell in a handbasket.  Some of you may share the same view.  But, as I hav...