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Fall is finally here, beautiful and crisp. Maple trees are starting to show the first touch of cold. Soon the leaves will be strewn around the ground, while some runaway ones will choose to adorn the massive iron gate, playfully. Makes me want to walk endless with no destination.

Obama-Biden signs are popping up all around my neighborhood making me proud of its members' cognitive status, in addition to its quaint charm i was already enamored with. Sly fox has the tough task of exciting his supporters without inciting them. Good luck, borrow some brains. Sorry, not feeling particularly generous today, not to him at least.

I have chanced upon an Orpheus. His refrain put mine to shame and i let Eurydice go. Since then i have come to question the depth of my pain. Looking back i realized, never have i allowed pain to break me in two, stop me dead in my track. Instead i stiffened my jaws in silent resolve, held my head more erect and chin higher, went about doing everything that i was supposed to do. Fiercer, just so i could not hear my own thoughts.

What does it mean? Do i consider the display of pain a weakness? Now that will be duplicitous given the fact i consider it as one of the purest forms of human emotion. I am sincerely lost.

But here's to Orpheus, here's to liberation, let your strings play your pain, heart to fingers, fingers to strings, strings to notes, notes to her...

Let it rain.