October's gold is dim — the forests rot, The weary rain falls ceaseless, while the day Is wrapped in damp.

And come, blue deeps! magnificently strown With coloured clouds - large, light, and fugitive.

Love after divorce is all about showing and sharing with my son what is good and right in life!

There's nightingales calling, shooting stars falling, like jewels in the rain.

I guess I'm just a heart-on-sleeve type of human being.

I don't really know why I'm such an emotional person, that's just how I was born. It's a problem. It's not easy to be married to me.

It's amazing, the amount of detail and thought that goes into just an average day. Between the things you see on the news, or on the subway, or whatever, it all gets in there. You sort of shut most of it out, but it all goes in.