Before Night Falls

I am leaving school now, as traces of dusk hint on the horizon. The temperatures fall so subtly, like the few leaves that have already found their way to the ground. The humid breezes begin to shift into their blustery, autumn siblings.

This is the best time of autumn, transition within transition, the marrow within the veins of each leaf falling.

The very core of life itself.

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