So, the Summer is saying goodbye for a season or two...or three, but the memories it has given us will last and last. A cold has followed and it is casting its own color, a voice to the world, of the season ahead. Cheerful mornings will abide true in a lasting embrace. When death at last descends upon us, we will celebrate the life that once was. Gathering together for the last great warmth man has till it too has left us. In white, we mourn anew. Life is gone. Nothing lasts forever, nothing is forever. For every beginning there is an end. In the mourning there is no sun. Dreary dark, heavy clouds telling the truth whether we wish i