Autumn lends itself to metaphors of change because it plays itself out so brilliantly. Here in northwestern Pennsylvania, for instance, the hillsides boil with color. The change metaphor seems so common for […]
“There ought to be limits to freedom.” Who said it?
By the time the clouds finally moved out after days of rain, and I actually had clear sunlight to see by, I could tell that autumn had reached its zenith. Under the […]