You can feel Autumn stirring in the wind. I feel it coursing through my body with the excitement the season will bring. The end of the summer was consummated to the beat of tribal drums, kissing the face of winter as it slowly creeps towards me. The dark times are coming, rest again to regain the growth for next season. Reaping the last of the harvests to sustain us through death so that we may live again when the sun returns. I have preparations to make, oaths to swear, and the casting off of things unnecessary. It is time, once again, to walk through the veil and stare at the face that is begging me to join her.