Today, supposedly, we shall experience a harvest moon. And such a moon can be bright orange and tends to dignal that autumn is coming and it is harvesting time. And, we get to go pick pumpkins and the like. I love the fall season and, as such, I’m not bothered by its appearance. But winter is coming. I find myself asking how did I let the year get away from myself.
I feel like there was so much I had wanted to accomplish this year that I haven’t yet gotten a chance to even try. I could, possibly, call it. Say, I’m done. Yet, the taurus bullheaded aspects of me keep pushing me on. So, there’s hope yet sadness in the rise of the harvest moon.