The leaves dazzled me today, drenched in golden sunlight, dancing wildly in the wind, hanging on for dear life with their crimson-flecked friends. Fall is a literal season. Everything falls. Everything dies. The earth sleeps. Yet today the world was alive. Everywhere I turned, the colors screamed vibrancy and verve; the plants rebelled, and the air, candidly fresh, carried a hint of sweet-smelling insurgence. Brava. Good for you. And a girl was happy.
No comments:
Post a Comment