this wasn’t on the list…

With a pink sky on its way to blue, the morning watches the end of leaves in a season that paints its words. The days are cooler becoming colder. The roses are dressed down in burlap and twine. The remaining leaves will just have to follow the land – waiting. Because all the lists have been set aside to be done tomorrow when there won’t be enough time to spend the day wondering what to do. So, in this 24-hour moment, while you’re considering what to think, lie back and let the day come. Because for once, this wasn’t on the list.

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