Sad autumn. Worse than usual, also because of the events around us

I try to keep in mind that every fall is sad for me: I hate the fading light, I don’t like fog, and I could do without snow in the city. My daughter reminds me that I’m like a teddy bear: I should be curling up in my den when fall is over and sleeping in until spring. For obvious reasons, this is not possible, so in the fall I fall into depressive moods.

By Peter Kavinsky

Peter Kavinsky is the Executive Editor at