The divorce
was the beginning of Fall in New York. It was a Fall like
any other, with the melancholy that can evoke the falling
of the leaves, the early sunsets, snuggling up at home, as we
leave our Summer clothes behind along with the open, loud,
sizzling Summer with its infernal heat. But, this Autumn would
be diff erent for me, very diff erent; my body, mind and spirit