Autumnal Introspection

Crisis (Noun):
1. A condition of instability or danger, as in social, economic, political, or international affairs, leading to a decisive change.
2. A dramatic emotional or circumstantial upheaval in a person's life.

It's getting colder. The leaves of fall lie scattered on the ground. The trees are almost entirely stark. Almost, but not quite. There are still some leaves that cling on greedily to the last few tendrils. Shamelessly clinging on to dear life despite losing all their dignity. What good is dignity to the dead?

He walks past the grey buildings. "I must remember to get a warmer coat". He knows he can't afford a coat. Not this winter. He is deluding himself. He knows that, too.

Adversity (Noun):
1. A state of hardship or affliction; misfortune.
2. A calamitous event.

The rains were late this year. And much too little. The earth is chafed. Wrinkles grow ever deeper. A wisp of cloud passes by, frolicking recklessly in the wind. As if mocking the afternoon sun. Ephemeral life is often so lustful.

Soon the prey would be gone. Not that he'd be able to hunt, anyway. "That which doesn't kill me, can only make me stronger". He laughs bitterly. The last few tendrils begin to wither.

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Abstract prose is like bit like abstract art. Few claim to understand it. Fewer still understand it for what it really is. Pure drivel.