This is the autumn I waited a year and half for, and now it is ending. It could snow any day now: don't lie to yourself. The statue of John Henry Newman in the middle of campus looks over the changing of seasons and although I am not Catholic, I am happy to be catholic, from the Greek words
kata and
holos, Google tells me just now: in respect of + whole. All-encompassing. All-embracing.
I'll take that over small 'c' capitalism, I like to tell people. I have a rosary my brother-in-law gave to me and that I used to pray: I skirt on the edges.
