Seasons of change
The chill hung heavy on the comforter; the windows are still open, but it's getting to be time where that can't happen. Where the flannel sheets and goose-down blanket will be needed.
But for now, the chill still is tolerable. Still wanted. Sleeping weather.
Summer fades into autumn, another season. The leaves of the maples have begun their shift from green to red and orange, almost overnight.
Another season. Another change.
I watch, like a spectator. But know I'm a participant, willing or not.
There is change all around me. In my life, the lives of others. There is change in every aspect of life that I can see.
I wonder, ponder, if this is the natural course of things, or do I just get glimpses of these changes to remind myself that it is inevitable.
And that I should embrace it.
But for now, the chill still is tolerable. Still wanted. Sleeping weather.
Summer fades into autumn, another season. The leaves of the maples have begun their shift from green to red and orange, almost overnight.
Another season. Another change.
I watch, like a spectator. But know I'm a participant, willing or not.
There is change all around me. In my life, the lives of others. There is change in every aspect of life that I can see.
I wonder, ponder, if this is the natural course of things, or do I just get glimpses of these changes to remind myself that it is inevitable.
And that I should embrace it.
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