Frayed at the Edges

 

Frayed at the edges seems to be the thought that rolls through my heart as I gaze out the window and see that the leaves have turned yellow seemingly overnight. All of a sudden the summer has been spent and here we are, sitting, working, watching. And wondering.

Wondering where in the world did summer go? What did we do with our time?

This past summer seems like an early morning dream, you know the ones where you are fast asleep enjoying the sweetness of slumber and a peaceful dream, only to wake, take a breath of morning air and the dream vanishes with your exhale.

Now that I have exhaled, and summers pleasant memories seem to be an apparition, I will take a deep breath of the crisp fall air, and just be present.

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