Sometimes the call of our before life and our after life is strong. For me, it is especially so in Autumn. The life I am beyond this human existence sings to us on winds and as leaves fall and clouds dance. Pulls at me to go back, to sing the song of remembrance that will catapult through time and space to inner self. Hiraeth some would refer to this calling, pulling, missing, yearning, wanting. How I miss everything as soon as it ends. The colors of morning my young eye’s once saw, my little girl’s voice now changed forever, my pets long gone, family which have forged into their return before me; I miss them all.