The first leaf of fall surrenders to its fate, having fulfilled the promise of summer, it floats upon a graceful pendulum, settling onto the stillness of a tiny pond. Observing its modest reflection, I am heartened by this most wondrous of seasons, where we are compelled to shed pretense, bravado and impulse, for the brisk air guides us into cozy, wondrous corners – sharing the warmest of conversations and illuminations with those closest. It is the openness of hearts, the bridges to subtle wisdom, kinship and memories fortifying in the golden hour, the ever evolving fondness for the beings that make us happy . . . to be. – W. Brian Coles