OCTOBER.
Leaves change from lush green to fire brights and deep hues. Beauty fragile designed to fall away so roots and trunks and limbs can slip into bare sleep.
Orange, gold, red, copper, amber.
Color that assaults us with its royalty. Color that evokes emotion.
COLOR FLEETING.
The cycle of things must continue on and submit...
TO STILL...
TO QUIET...
TO REST...
AUTUMN REMINDS US THAT WE MUST PAUSE.
The freeze of winter is coming, but spring will come, too.
IT WON'T ALWAYS BE THIS WAY.
I PROMISE.
Soon the ice of winter will thaw and the trees will be bursting with life green and blossoms fragrant.
Right now.
October.
It may appear to be death as leaves fall away, but...
THINGS ARE RARELY AS THEY SEEM.
OCTOBER TREES ARE FULLY ALIVE.
Make no mistake.
They are simply being prepared to bear fruit after their rest, and perhaps...
SO ARE YOU.
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All is grace,
