Fall With Me

Six thousand eight hundred and six days ago, an apple broke free of its branch, and began to fall.

Now, eighteen years, seven months, and seventeen days later, that apple's still falling, and still has a long way to go; the ground is a rumor, miles upon miles below and far out of sight and mind.

So, relatively unworried about the distant impact, the apple just falls.

Still, this great plummet we call Life is not uninteresting.  The apple often finds itself falling in the company of other, similar apples -- and, perhaps, even a pear or two.  The fall is rife with both simplicities and complications, intertwined in imperfect harmony.

The fall is not an easy one.  The apple hits branch after branch as it descends, and even, on occasion, collides with its fellow apples.  Bumps and bruises accumulate, and the apple finds itself feeling.

The apple at once loves and hates the fall, cherishes it and despises it.

And that, in a line, is what this blog is about: the emotions, the thoughts and feelings produced as life continues, as experiences accrue.

I make no promises as to this blog's formality (or informality), nor can I guarantee regular postings, nor even a consistent format for each entry.  These things will evolve naturally over time.  Thus far, however, the intention is to fill this space with prose, poetry, and general musings about life.

That said, love it, hate it, cherish it, despise it... Fall with me.