Everything Changes
As I gazed out the window at the reflections in the pond this morning I could see how quickly Everything Changes this time of year. A slight breeze made all of the reflections on the pond look soft and blurry this morning. The blurriness felt perfect to express how it feels like we went from green leaves to spectacular technicolor landscapes to empty branches in the blink of an eye. Live each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each. — Henry David Thoreau The tree Read more…