Of all seasons, all moods of Mother Nature in her fickleness, it is Autumn I love the most. I love the melancholy that comes with remembering how life started over time and again as the leaves began changing, the way we catapulted into a new year of school, a new phase of life. I love the chill that rides in on Summer’s back, I love the sounds and smells of decay as leaves become soil and soil begins to freeze. I met Sarah one Autumn day in what feels like another life, another reason on a pile of reasons that I am made for Autumn, and I always will be.
I fell as they fell
and I know now that for you
I'm always Autumn.
Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
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I love that I truly take a moment to read your whole posting now. It wasn’t until I read this newsletter this morning that I realized I would frequently read the haiku and move on. I completely resonate with your embodiment of autumn.
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