Fall, season of maturity and harvest.
Appropriate, that. As one part of my work life finishes its cycle, it's time once again to evaluate what I've accomplished, collect what I have created, and move on. No, I'm not really that tranquil, but what else is there to do?
I can't very well fling myself around the ankles of a thing that's past, sobbing and begging it to stay. It won't. Besides, something new awaits. Something new always awaits.
So, in the spirit of maturity, I bid that time farewell. I look forward to new times with new things to discover.
Oh, and lest you think I've gone completely grown-up-Zen-philosopher over here, I will tell you I spent the weekend eating junk food and playing video games.
I also made myself some new wallpaper, (with the inadvertent help of Patricia C. Wrede.) It seems right for me, right now.