The iridescent light in my periphery is a little uncomfortable.
It is reminiscent, however, of an all-too-familiar presence that inevitably exists this time of year.
I am not prepared to relive such events just yet.
However, this particular cycle waits for no one. It is coldly clever that way.
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This feels like the anticipation of change, but an unwelcome one. Lots of questions left dangling for the reader- the lights, the presence, the events. Topical for Autumn Brett!
So poignant yet so beautiful. Loved it!