It is an hour until noon. We are at the park. The wind is blowing, the skies are grey. The Canadian geese are calling out as they fly overhead. A few aged sunscorched leaves are fluttering down and sporadic raindrops find us in the breeze. The pans of the scale are shifting again with the heat of summer now beginning to balance out the chill of the dark season ahead. Autumn blessings.
Autumn emerging
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Mom of five kids aged 16-36. Journeying though life, and looking for the way home. Trying to remember that the map is hidden in all I see, even in the face of the grief that has settled upon me since my daughter passed away in 2016. Currently picking through scattered pieces. View all posts by Birch Wind

