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  • The end of summer heralds the beginning of a season of slowing down. Fall reminds me that all is fleeting, a transient moment in an eternal time that is unconditional in its passing. It neither hurries nor slows to suit my expectation or dread. It just changes from green to orange.

    Summer puts itself away so autumn can shed its skin and Mother Nature can sleep. It's my time to reflect on that aching past that seems so much warmer and richer in retrospect, so much harder and more painful. My memories erase some of the hurt, amplifies some of the joy; it twists and alters, repaints and re-upholsters the rooms of my soul. But the reality is only the moment, the now. The rest of it is some cosmic fiction that my mind conjures up to keep me down and in the muck. But not in Fall.

    Today I see the vivid colors, I hear the birds calling, and I feel the sun on my face. Just for today I allow the past to stay there... gone and buried. I bring my plants in, air out my sweaters, buy a pumpkin because fall is here, and I am ready for it.
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