It's autumn. My thoughts turn to the usual autumnal things like the changing leaves, apple picking, pumpkin carving...and a strange hankering for tales of desperation.
Something about this time of year tends to make some of us a bit melancholy. It's a time to fend off sleep when the sun sinks below the horizon at 5:00. We watch the leaves fall and our flowers wither with frost. We haul out the blankets and heat up the tea kettle. We bake bread and fill bowls with hearty soups as if we're bears stockpiling calories for our long winter's sleep. This time of year, reading about hardship somehow makes me feel cozier.