The trail lays littered with the leaves of this year’s turning. They bring a certain completeness to the cycle. A realization of our temporary part in this grand reality.
It is easy to miss, as we run through our lives, just another year winding down. Another brick layed in our path of life. Our attention is elsewhere, caught up in our own existence, too occupied to live in the present. Too concerned for the tomorrow that may not come for some.
So I welcome the fallen leaves, their duty almost complete.
I am witness to this, I see this, and I revel in the turning. The completeness of what we’ve been given, and the uncompromising beauty that surrounds.
About the Creator
Katie
Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
I AM
This is not who I thought I would be. Before my family was captured and forced into slavery, I had aspirations of becoming a wealthy business owner or possibly a scholar and philosopher. Becoming a warrior was the furthest thing from my mind. Unfortunately, our Roman conquerors had other plans.
By Mark Gagnon3 days ago in Fiction
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