Read Magz poetry yesterday on Duo she writes beautifully about the the changes in seasons, Autumn. I reflect my own thoughts on the sights, colors, shapes, smells, and perceptions associated with the season. I actually like fall and spring the best. Why you might ask? I think it's the birth and death syndrome. Now the earth is dying yet waiting in peace for it's rebirth in Spring.
Today I'm off to Charlotte to see "The Producers". I have not seen a Broadway show in years. I used to go with my cousin Ann for our birthdays each year. We'd have so much fun. I reflect on my youth more and more. Sometimes I feel I want to go back. Can you go back? Can you relive the past?