"I’ve missed autumn. I miss walking through the leaves that are crinkling around your feet tossed by the wind. I miss the hum of them as they skip along the pavement getting caught in crevices and being thrown.
Most people see dead leave, see Fall as an end. As the promise of nothing but winter and death. But Fall with its rusty smells and dirty based…chemicals, promises that hardships are coming.
But it gives the perfect moment to realize that the hardships won’t last forever, and it promises the spring and summer. Fall wishes to remind us of the order of things. Everything at every time it’s suppose to be. Order—it promises us death and birth and life. It promises the order of things."
-Candace, a character in one of my old plays, With This Ring.
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