The fall colors for the most part have gone- all the bright berries and turning leaves.
The frosty mornings, one following the other, slowly turning most things over into sleep, or at least into the cold lean times.
So I stood there on the cusp between Fall and Winter, watching the mild winds blow through the naked underbrush. Watching the horses race about in their enclosure.
Watching myself watch the day and coming night ,and my life and yours, all in time.
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