Autumn wasn't always a sad time for me.
So often, I could almost see my reflection, in seasons, in the tapestry of the brilliant leaves, I saw the tapestry of the life around me...the whirling winds were complementary of my urge to fly--- to take wing, and follow the wild cry of the geese wining southward, my spirit soaring with the sound. The restless clouds urging me to grow, to change, to stride towards tomorrow, the next sunrise, the next month, the next year of my life.
Tho' I don't feel that way any longer--still, it's there, I think, the wilding spirit, somewhere buried inside me.
jenray
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Hope you find it again...only lost temporarily, Nancy...big hugs...