it has been another school summer, too, but i love learning. my husband thinks it's a sickness. perhaps it is. i'll add it to the list.
i love the trees
and the sound of leaves blowing
fierce, strong wind
i'll miss them
the leaves, i say,
to no one in particular
i stare
i wonder
every winter i get trapped in thinking
will they return?
will they really come back again?
the leaves?
i stare a little longer
then turn back to my book and read

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*whistle whistle - look at those LEGS! ;)
So I think you are amazing.
And I just want to bask in your awesomeness.
So I will.
Saturday.
I will miss the leaves, too. It's a bittersweet thing, watching them turn and knowing they are on their way out. The hope for a few good snowfalls is all that sustains me between Thanksgiving and late December.
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