The friskyness of Autumn is in the movement of the leaves, and the sting of winter is whispered in the trees. Brightly colored memories twirl and fall away, with the scent of pumpkin and spice thrown into the fray.
We all live under a big wide sky, and all we want is for our dreams to come true. Let's just hope our dreams will fit in the sky, under which, we dwell.
Most people don't want to make a mistake, but they are often inescapable. We spend many hours trying to avoid what we possibly cannot prevent; and we have no practice in recovering from those mistakes, until they occur.