This piece was written for Disquiet Junto Project 0258: Sonic Climate.
The beautiful season of autumn should be a favorite time of the year for everyone. The leaves change color from their ubiquitous green to a panoply of exceptional variations that can be appreciated by anyone with eyesight.
But in the back of my mind is foreboding, the knowledge that it will be many months before I will be able to leave the house without protection from the cold, the possibility that the snows will force the constriction of movement within the confines of my house, and the surety that my hands will be cold for the next several months.
Just as we are bound to the confines of the three spacial dimensions, we are also confined to the temporal dimension. Whereas these are not restrictions that we may necessarily embrace, there is a requirement that we accept them. So we grit our teeth and move forward as best as we can.