Fall can be very depressing. I feel sad, tired, and barely willing to paint. My friend Steve is packing his bags, as he is dying. He told me last night. I feel so helpless and sorry for myself. What will become of us, my cherished friendship? It is so unfair. Surprisingly, Steve seems pretty upbeat about it. I really don't want him to feel sick any more. My friend Mimi says Fall is a time of death and surrender. I woke up this morning wondering: how does Steve face his days?