Maybe it’s the falling leaves or the falling temperature, but autumn always becomes a time for reflection. Today my reflection is built in, a memory from 2 years ago that still makes me cringe every time I hear a motorcycle rev. At one time, friends gathered, coming and going at all hours but never really leaving. Now time passes but hearts don’t forget, faces remember the streams of tears, and for one 24 hour period it’s September 2006 all over again.