Sept. 30, 2003 - 10:02 a.m.
It began again yesterday.
It is autumn, not by a calendar, but by that undefinable feeling in the air. Something called to me, and I could no longer hide away inside my house. Fall is back and the facade that proclaims normality is again crumbling.
This is the season of the mystical awakening. The world slows down and I can find myself once again. That which has slumbered is uncoiling, stretching, yawning. Rubbing the sleep from it's eyes, it again grants me the visions that haunt my waking hours.
Time, once again, to take up pen and paper, to study through the long night, to crack open the never ending questions in the fire that drives me.
Winter is coming, and I can feel it's silky caress on the autumn breeze. It begins again.
