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.

2 comments on “Before Night Falls

  1. Carl V. says:

    I too love the change. It is beautiful to watch and to experience.


  2. Maribeth says:

    It is, perhaps, my favorite time of year. Could it be that the gentle colors return, or the slowness before the sleepiness of winter? I am not sure.


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