I've heard that when a family that suffers a great loss at Christmas time, that the joy of the season is lost on them forever. When the decorations and lights start appearing in stores, they feel a sense of impending dread in the pit of their stomaches. I feel much the same way about these early days of fall, when the crystal blue skies, and cool dewey grass, reminds me of that picture perfect September morning in New York, seven years ago today.
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