The Note

Leaves and paper scraps in a puddle.

Someone ripped it up and discarded it. What did it say? As the paper soaks into the puddle, the ink will run and the message will be permanently lost.

The oak leaves’ story is much the same. They were probably a casualty of one of our recent high-intensity thunderstorms. But leaves on the ground remind us that summer is not forever and Fall is inevitable.

Happily for me, Autumn is my favorite season.

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