fall, life, non-fiction, photography, prose, writing

the time of the season

photographed 11/6/19

Last night I looked up in the sky, far up in the trees, and saw a tiny light flicker. Like a firefly, way too late for the party.

I waited….

….for another flicker.

Nothing.

So I moved my head this way and that, and stretched my neck to see more of the sky. Suddenly there were many tiny lights.

Ahh, stars of course, playing hide n’ seek with what’s left on the tall trees outside my window.

In July, August…you wouldn’t see stars in that part of the sky. You’d see the dark shadow of leaves. But we’re moving fast towards winter.

Cold nights. Bare trees.

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etikser

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