The final evening of September brought me a divine experience, which brought me gifts and blessings untold, cured me of a lifelong fear, transported me back in time, saved me from a demon, and granted the unspoken wishes of my own soul. How sublime a thing is a lake, a quiet walk with nature, the firm planting of the feet upon a solid bed of stone beneath shallow waters in the setting sun… I am so truly, genuinely happy. My soul is healthier than I can remember. All because I followed the siren song that drifts upon the Autumn air. I can recommend nothing more wholeheartedly than a barefoot connection with nature, even if you have to steal the time from what you think your other priorities might be.