The Story Begins In Autumn



Autumn is a bridge to the past and future, rolled into one moment of waking to a golden sky, when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches stood bare against the wind and cold air. This deep ache to shed, perhaps it is a yearning, for the moment when my heart can breathe free.

Over on this part of the world, it is not really autumn, but when we see and feel with our hearts, the four seasons are just a heartbeat away.



This lovely morning
The nameless bird sings for joy
Spirits having flown


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