Yes October is passing as fast as the hurricane winds of summer. When one sits alone in an old quiet house at night, unusual noises would be a welcome change, but the element of lonliness, or as Simon & Garfunkle would call "the sounds of silence", has a more melancholy affect...

The fall season has been good so far--warm days and relatively mild nights. I have not needed heat, but the colder weather is on its way. I dread it for I like the mild days of spring with the promise of sweet summer on the way.

"Along time ago when the earth was free". Lyrics from the Irish Rovers a long time ago. I am a victim of melancholia. I weep quiet frequently for the past...I am a melancholic. It plagues me daily, slows me down and stops what little ambition I have cold.

My dear Mother Rebecca, in her later years, told me not to get upset over the things past and to move on and forget them. She often said "I was like that at one time but it does you no good."

I try to take that attitude but the melancholia keeps winning.