AUTUMN REVERIE
The leaves are down, crunching and crackling beneath my feet. A few stragglers remain on the maples, golden dancers on bare branches, the sun shining through their translucence. Life and death are intertwined, as the dying leaves become the organic detritus that will nurture future growth. Even one leaf is the embodiment of beauty; a transient beauty to enjoy, cherish and appreciate. Have a good TUESDAY.
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