Golden orange sun hovering in a crisp blue sky.  Long slanted shadows at midday as if the morning lingers on into the evening.  Burgundy leaves cracking underfoot, the sound cutting through cool, dry air.  Summer was so long ago, seemingly a dream forgotten just yesterday.  Fall is in full stride and winter approaches steadily on frosted tips.  Another New Year lurks only a few steps behind.  What will we have to show for another year gone by?  Will we mark an exceptional year, one we?ll never forget and cherish with happy memories?  Or will it fade into the fog of all the years before?