I Came to Hear the Music by Bonnie 'Prince' Billy
Leaves Don't Drop (They Just Let Go) by Carrie Newcomer
Written On The Breeze by Joel P West
Antebellum by Vienna Teng
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Yesterday I looked out my window at a clear blue sky and just had to get out.
Walked to the waterfront and declared I was glad I'd emptied the trash so the excursion wasn't a total waste. It was the type of day that looks nice from the window, where you can't feel the wind.
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I skipped church this morning. Didn't want to spread my cold germs to everyone on the bus. In the church. Walking around the street. The sheer exposure to people in the city astounds me when I stop to think about it.
But by lunch, I was restless. Online reviews pointed me to a trail that wasn't too crowded. I'd drive there, so I got over my guilt. Besides the sniffles and coughs are lessening.
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Even as remnants of summer flowers greet me,
and some trees appear unchanged,
the woods welcome me to Autumn.
Looking up
and down
gives evidence of the shifting seasons.
As I wander, I keep a lookout for the little things.
Like these acorn tops. If I were a button designer, I'd find a way to master this pattern. It's perfect for woolen fall coats.
The way the sun shines through the leaves
and the blossoms, barely hanging on.
Leaving the trail
and returning to civilized-nation, I reflect on what it means.
Only to realize, I'm not sure what "it" is.
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