The leaflets have fully grown and are blowing tenderly with the autumn wind.
I notice bags on the curbs filled with crusty brown and orange colored particles of nature—leaves and leaf stems.
It’s harvesting time...pumpkins and squash.
I hear kids out back playing, trying to crack acorns.
The season is changing...
I fall to sleep on the back patio watching a leaf blow off of a maple tree.
I can feel a light breeze blowing through a small crack in the patio window, it gently massages my bald head.
I take a moment to reflect...
Relaxed, I fade into another dream.
It’s the fall season.
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