The Fall of Circuses

I love the fall. It is my favorite time of year. However, recently I realized that this month is fraught with someone else’s drama and that I have allowed myself to get pulled into for the last four years. I never even knew that it happened every September until yesterday. I was hiking and cryking and it dawned on me as I reviewed the emotionally labile path with this person. I never saw it before. And then, while hiking up a ridge, there it was. It happens every September.

As I thought about it, I realized that it doesn’t really have anything to do with me. I am just the unwary recipient of…