"This Somber Song Would Drain The Sun, But It Won't Shine Until It's Sung."

First off, I know I haven't blogged in a while. To anyone who actually reads this blog, I apologize for that. I'd say that life has been busy lately, and it has, but then again it hasn't. If that makes any sense. It seems like lately I've been on auto-pilot and blogging is rarely undertaken when I'm overcome by such apathy. Since I got back from fall break I've kind of been in a funk. Fall break was nothing short of amazing seeing as how I spent the entirety of it climbing/camping/hiking out in Linville Gorge. I can honestly say that I think I have fallen in love with climbing largely as a result of the trip. I'm not very good at it at this point in time by any means, but for once my eagerness to simply do it anyway vastly overcomes my severe lack of ability. With any luck this will eventually lead to a growth in skill. As with most of my returns back to the reality of civilization though I got kind of depressed. I suppose my way of coping with wilderness withdrawal is to numbly accept back the regular routine of life. Well, I guess that detachment just hasn't fully worn off yet this time. On top of that, now Boone temperatures are plummeting at alarming rate and there is a call for snow in the forecast by the end of the week. For the first time in my life, the idea of an imminent winter is quite a sobering thought. I've really felt a flourishing of life in it's entirety this past fall and hate to part with it. To me this year, winter seems looming, barren, uncompromising, foreboding, unwelcome. This is probably the wrong attitude. My funk is probably almost over. Hopefully...I'd like to feel things again soon.