October, the dawn of my life

White lace of October

Another old oak tree at the edge of town.

October, a time to stir the wanderlust

Another beauty of autumn

An old tree dressed in autumn colors

My life life began quite precariously on a cold rainy night in October nearly seventy five years ago. My twin and I were born premature at seven months and were not expected to live, but we beat the odds. October is of course a special time for me, for each passing year I marvel at the wonders of my time on this tiny planet. I have no less enthusiasm or curosity for life than I had when a small boy and continue to learn even the most simple of tasks. I still look toward that distant horizon and find I am no closer than I ever was, but along the way I have discovered many secrets shrouded in the mist of of time past. Adios