they don't hear the little ones crying and the winter is coming on fast ready to kill. one day nearer to dying.

The days grow shorter and the winds grow colder. The people move sluggishly in their over sized coats fearing the cold that cuts and bites. But I wonder if they realize the joy of being chilled. The joy of being able to stand outside to watch the lovely grey sky contrast with the dark green of the trees. Everything lately is a shade of grey, it's really marvelous. Why do the people around me grow so sloth-like? Can't they see how truly beautiful nature is?

Death is just as beautiful, peaceful as the greys of the nipping biting cold of outdoors. I thank the heavens that he's finally at peace finally out of the pain. It's really fitting that it's happened in this month of October. The month everything starts to die off and change colors. Everything's changing it's the month of change. We change, just as the trees lose their leaves but how many of us change for the better? How many of us change for the worse?

Must go take the daughter to court then take my test.

At the end of the day there's another day dawning.