The long drives, stuffed in the back seat of our Pink Rambler, in between two sisters is where I learned the art of throwing daggers with my eyes and how many songs can be sung with words like 'this' and 'that', causing the tongue to shoot in the direction of whichever sister you were mad at the time with. All the while, having an excuse in the lyrics of the song. All that, and plethora more...
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Thursday, October 29, 2009
Autumn
Outside is a massive Maple tree. I like Maple leaves. From a distance, they all look the same. Up close you find though, that each are unique - just like people.
torn
brittle
green and healthy
new and small in size
A week ago the leaves were all red. Today they are yellow. Color change took place because of the passing season and yet, within the transition they went through other changes, transformations - just like people.
Soon the Autumn winds will blow. The leaves will be free to be caught up in the cool breezes and sail through the air, alone or in the whirlwind of other leaves. Until at last, in the end, they find a landing place on the lawn and there, they will make themselves at home, cuddling among the stacks and stacks of leaves that have also endured the Autumn changes.
Autumn, to me, is a beautiful time of the year.
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