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I’m not sure what causes me more trouble, the wind or the things content to be blown around by it.
As inspired by e’s autumn comes to florida“Today’s weather will be partly cloudy, with a chance of showers later in the day, highs in the mid 70’s, and a thick morning fog making it tough to see the other drivers flipping you off.”
28and fine; mighty, mighty fine.
As the Autumn leaf thwacked her sharply in the back, she was reminded that nothing stays the same anyway.
“Go ahead, enjoy your late-autumn harvest festival,” snickered the Australian, eating a handful of fresh cherries.
Dreams billow around me in autumnal colors…burnt umber, reds and oranges frame an azure sky while the sweet little elementals begin their slumber.
The crispness of the autumn air makes colors more vibrant, as if the approaching winter sleep makes every living thing cling to existence more ardently, the blues of the sky are bluer, the reds, oranges and gold of the leaves literally can be felt in the solar plexus transforming the cul-de-sacs into an arbor terraced land of fairy tale beauty.
The leaves are turning, the weather is snappier, and I’m dwelling on long winter naps.
The heavy rain is bringing all of the orange and yellow leaves down in sheets of fall - contrasting quite nicely with the april-shower gray sky.
Little Bear lay on his back under the old oak tree in the meadow watching the autumn leaves break off and gently swirl down in the light breeze and thought, Simply perfect!.
Little Bear lay on his back in the meadow, just a little too warm in his new winter coat, watching the geese winging southward in the crisp autumn sky and couldn’t help but comment to no one in particular, “That looks like extremely hard work, I think I’ll take a nap.”
Little Bear surveyed the browning meadow and the falling leaves, sniffed the crisp autumn air, listened to the sound of an abundant run of salmon up the creek and thought, “It doesn’t get any better than this!”
As I come in from my lonely walk by the river, the setting sun flares red gold hues behind the falling Autumn leaves, bathing me momentarily in illusionary heat, briefly granting a comforting impression of warmth radiating from another human body sharing my solitary walk
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