I couldn't help myself, looking out at the world through windows moving 75 mph... sometimes the going was slower, amore plodding gait, other times, it sped up wildly, profusely. I must have been somewhere outside of Columbia Missouri because the shadows had begun to fall, it is a late afternoon photograph taken on October 21st... the trees and fields are still lush, green but you can see little flairs of color in there as well. It was the beginning into the descent of night, the darkest night of the soul, the unholy hour, or maybe it was just another afternoon in fall, where the heart beats differently because the going is neither rough nor tidy.