All around me leaves fall.
As I watch, I imagine the trees shrugging off the coats they had so diligently grown in the spring and worn all summer.
I knew the woods surrounding my home would soon be filled with the skeletal version of their once bountiful selves. With all the leaves on the ground, the upcoming winter wind would easily sweep through the empty branches. And the snow would fall to the base of the trees. All winter their bare branches would reach up to the grey skies, on outright plea for spring.
The cold winds would come soon enough. And I would deal with winter when winter came.
For now, I allow the swirl of the falling leaves to lull me into a pleasant afternoon fantasy.
Today I will enjoy today.
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