I smiled, in the bleak autumn.

In Detroit, the U.S. automotive capital, the mood is somber.

But disconsolate speak afterward of words, let two people all believe.

Today I mourn the loss of a dear friend. She was vibrant, energetic and full of life, but on a crisp autumn afternoon, she committed suicide.

A while the wind blows, its lively swing up to it because of imprudent silt into the altar.