"It breaks your heart. It was designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again,
- and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come,
- it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone.
- You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then,
- just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops"....
From "The Green Fields of the Mind," by A. Bartlett Giamatti