Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Time

Every August when the first colored leaves appear on the trees I dread what it means; the end of summer. 

A few weeks ago I was driving to work and noticed a tree. This tree was holding strong to its last few brightly colored leaves, mostly bare otherwise. It made me think about time and how quickly it seems to pass now. It felt like just the day before I was seeing those first colored leaves and denying the start of fall. 

In what felt like the blink of an eye the seasons changed. Now, On the brink of winter I realize just how fleeting time really is these days. 

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