Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Fall Winds

It's one of those nights where the misty pavement knows some memory I've forgotten.  One of those perfect nights for a bike ride home, to be welcomed by the indoors, to hear the wind outside in the remaining leaves on the trees.  It gets quieter and quieter throughout the fall, softening its voice but not its bite.  But come spring it will sing again in the leaves, and brush us with warm sun.

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