Orange and fallen, a sort of relief and release from penetrating heat. A time to glide and reside in peace and calmer times. An opportunity to walk and not flee, an opportunity to really seek nature’s transition into a solemn breeze. An easy reason to crunch leaves on the sidewalk as you did in childhood. Does everything come back around? Eventually winter challenge, spring release, followed by summer daze, and back to autumn cleanse. I wonder in which season the world began…
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