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A Note on a Fall Day

The chilly air nipped the tips of my exposed ears. The dusk colors painted across the evening sky seem somehow magnified by the peculiarly cool atmosphere. It’s August in the south. Normally this dictates one hundred degree days until early September. I stand on the porch absorbing the hint of autumn I have been afforded. Fall has always been my favorite time of year. It’s usually a time of personal clarity and, honestly, I have always viewed it to be particularly romantic. This year will be so far different from those I have experienced during the past several years. But it’s something that I need to see my way through. Certain things that I have, in a way, seen in the past are starting to fall into place exactly as I kind of always knew they would… which ultimately leads to one end. That aside I look forward to celebrating this fall as much as I can while I can.