Seasonal Leaves

Fuzzy lamb's ears with water droplets.

Not yet the full spectrum of Fall color. No, now we’re having the quiet slide into the dimmest part of the year. The sun’s down at around seven now. The moon glows brighter in the cooler sky. The dew lingers longer, anticipating the arrival of frost.

Autumn is my favorite season, despite the dying of the light. If only we could have Autumn without the inevitability of Winter. I don’t have a lot of good things to say about the cold, the damp chill, the dark and ice of winter.

I wonder why I find myself awake in the middle of the night, wide awake, despite no fault of caffeine and no untoward anxieties. My cat is a croissant of fur and purr, blissfully oblivious to my wakefulness. I envy him his utterly feline ability to tuck himself in and simply sleep.


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