September 9, 2001

This morning the birds awoke with a barely suppressed air of excitement. The air is cool and moist, and they know it's time for the autumnal gatherings in preparation for the trip south. Heralds streak back and forth across the meadow, carrying invitations, and it sounds almost as splendid as the love songs in spring. The ends of some branches have begun to decorate themselves in red and yellow for the party. Joy and lamentation reign in equal measure.

Join in the celebration and the mourning.