It didn't take long before the leaves began to fall, revealing sad frostbitten trees, a mark that the dead season has come
There's an echo in the breeze 
Yet Something about that haunting moment brings me peace.
I think it's the way the November rain falls pleasntly upon broken piano keys, its a feeling I'm unable to describe, maybe it's a sense of comfort I feel. 
Bitter coffee teases my palette as I watch the seasons change outside my window
The world spins a bit slower these days
As I sip I think about all the ways I could be happier
The moment slip by without my knowledge
I forgot check to my head 
And I feel like dying again. 
Maybe it's the weather or the way joy eludes itself from my being. 
I've thought for too long now, the mug in my hands recently empty. 
As I listen to the sound of the rain and savor the last drop of coffee on my tongue it hits me- Joy is in the most mundane happenings of everyday life, once you recognize the moment it's already half gone, no wonder we're all so terribly depressed, we're chasing satisfaction instead of looking in the mirror.