📷 Late Fall now, and the leaves just can’t be bothered…

Haven’t been as consistent with my morning walks lately. Haven’t been consistent with anything lately. Its hard when you don’t feel like you have crisp, defined edges. When you are fraying, frazzled, fried.

When you realize that the only thing that defines your shape, your edges, your form… is you. And what you do.

Well then. I guess I’ll have to get on doing it.

It was a nice, warm morning today. But since I’ve been out early like this, all of my favorite trees dropped their leaves. Gone is early autumn with its green grasses, unseasonably warm days, and golden trees. It is Stick Season now. I’m sorry, Maple. I was so exited for your leaves. I waited and watched and you were almost ready, and almost, and almost.

And today I see that I’ve missed it. It’s so easy to miss things. It’s easy to lose the most vital connection just by turning and leaving the room. Easy to forget the most important thing with a flick of the screen.

It’s also easy to catch things. I have to wait another year for Maple’s leaves. I’ll remember to catch one then.