Whispers of Change

This morning a golden leaf brushed my cheek as it passed by on its journey to the afterlife. I had not been thinking about the short winter days ahead, but the whispered voice of the fluttering leaf caused me to consider what tomorrow might bring.

The days of summer are behind us, the reds and golds of the leaves is testament that a change is coming. Our nights are cooler, our days less warm. The sun now spends fewer moments brightening our lives each day, running to hide from the darkness that chases it around the world. Day after day it runs, never tiring from the constant battle with the night.

I was out walking this morning, and when I noticed that the leaves on the trees are beginning to lose their vibrant green, it surprised me. I know that winter is just around the corner, that we are now in the grips of autumn, but this change has found me quite unprepared for what I know is coming.

Still, it’s exciting to know that our world continues to live as it has for eons. Summer and winter change places with regularity. It might be a few days different from one year to the next, but we’ve been able to count on the constant change of the seasons to see us through the years as we enjoy on own our journey to the afterlife. I find comfort in that.

Good night, Mrs. Jackson, wherever you are.

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