Thoughts on the gentle hug of gravity
My days have been so busy that the only time to write is early in the morning, a time when my mind is still fresh and the dreams of the previous night still feel present, like the lingering scent of rain on a clear morning. Fall has crept in almost overnight, with cooler weather and shorter days. The leaves of the walnut trees are starting to turn their bright shade of yellow as their heavy fruit falls to the ground with a thunk. It is also a time when the earth feels softer, or I feel softer, maybe both. In the evenings lately I sit outside to watch the sunset bundled up in a sweatshirt. The swifts have departed for South America and so it’s only the bats fluttering about above the trees at dusk now. The crickets continue their chant, adding to the beauty of the evening.
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