How many October 17th's have you had the pleasure of living?
Fall inches along. Trees yield their leaves, as the forest floor transforms into a spectacular garden of color.
The wet earth dampens your sneakers, the mud slides, and the air becomes deliciously pungent with fertility and the approaching fulfillment.
Of growth. Of babies grown up some over spring and summer. Of insect egg sacks creation and keening parent raptors, calling calling their mate and their young, to prepare.
For the long flight, or the long spare winter.
Everything in flux, in change, movement and ripening.
As human designated October takes yet another step, into one more day.
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