There is something about the colors and the mood of this season that reminds me of a bruise: the darkness, the blues and how everything turns yellow towards the end. But, instead of healing it all dies. Seriously, I feel like I am on the doorstep to hell. I'm trying to remind myself that it is not really dying, but just going into hibernation. And that the cycle of life will bring it all back on the other side of the dungeon. But for now, we're bruised.
(Remember when this one was a baby? How fast they grow up.)