Changing Seasons

I don't have much to report about the Asha Veil case today. I do know that our detectives are working very hard to name a suspect. I thank all who come to this blog
looking for information, and I will try as best I can to post anything new. Right now, my own feeling about the whole thing is just sheer sadness. The season has definitely changed and gold is everywhere in the trees. Pumpkins appear on porches and people are putting up their Halloween decorations. Though time moves forward, the fact remains that Asha is gone, and grief eddies like a river over a sandbar. I see pregnant women on the street and in my yoga class, and I feel a wave of sadness even in the midst of being happy for them. In many ways, for reasons I can't name in public, I feel a strange kinship to Asha--there was a time when I found myself pregnant, vulnerable, trying to decide the right courses of action for my life. So, all I can say is that the days deepen with cold, the bobcats and coyotes continue their endless songs of grief and wildness, and I wait for some answer. That is all I can do right now.