Headlights Burnt Out on this Long Ride.

Now is where the world seems to sit under the calendar's thumb where the passengers feels as though they are floating through space with no foot near the wheel. The drier sits cross-legged behind the steering wheel. Let's see where we land when September rears it's ugly head. The trees refuse to fall in line. Autumn comes early to one part of town as the leaves shrivel and crumble. The rakes and leaf blowers get called in during the off season and are buried under piles of forests. I watch the eternal struggle wishing I could draw this moment, when man loses to nature because no matter what I say the picture would do the job so much easier. Let us chop down those rebellious trees and use them for newspapers tomorrow telling the ironic tale of nature's dominance.