Multiple Autumns

“Fall comes and goes,” we sighed, “and it feels like it is only here for a moment.”

Autumn. We busied ourselves in minutiae, and there weren’t enough hours in the day for the physical actions, along with the mental real estate required for most transactions. 

Mid-season, I prayed for snow, fully realizing the futility of such an action, knowing that we would wait and see what happened, just like everything else. 

Really, though, there was always a plan. How it unfolded is where it all began.

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