My season is in the time of fall. Red leaves and dark skies. Naked trees and tall lies. Perpetuated by bright skies and cold winds, shivering cold with frail limbs and false perception of a warm day. Cold and dry with blistering blows of wind stabs. Naked to the eye it is but blind it might be that my point of view about a man may be impersonated through me. Yet, difficult to recognize but not hard to understand. Waking up with deceitful eyes, blurred vision and slurred speach. Sometimes even misunderstood by me. Never knowing the outcome of a climate unknown as mood...