Drinking in the wet summer, the trees around my house are thriving.
Spring may now have come to a full stop, but preparation for what lies ahead continues. Each robust breath in concedes to a more labored breath out. And today’s peak greens will soon abandon themselves to tomorrow’s reds, and yellows, and the irresistible coming breach.
But the fall will always remain my favorite. Time enough to savor the beauty of the day, and wisdom enough to appreciate the comfort of the night. And even stripped of all cover, I can still find winter’s harsh indifference to be more amusing than frightening. Much like the trees around my house.
So today, I’ll just enjoy the endless rain. But I’m still going to keep an eye on those trees.
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