season

No one really knows when summer ends and fall begins. The date is marked, but that isn't when.

Something happens on the inside. A feeling of apprehension followed by pulses of excitement.

Fear and reminiscent.

The light that flooded you barely takes notice now and the leaves you were certain would explode are falling away silently.

Individual calls are replaced by the tantrums of migrations.

Days begin to run together as the dark accelerates.

Autumn! You beautiful and glorious segway towards dark and cold.

Once again the decent begins. That season is gone and an arduous route lies between it and the next.





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