This is the tree that marks the change from summer to fall for me. The seasons change and I see it as I’m running out the door to go elsewhere. I think back on all the years we’ve lived here, what my dreams aspired to as I saw that tree growing up, and how much faster life has come than I thought.
And how much lovelier each year has been from the one before.
Though this tree popping into color doesn’t signify that I’m returning to school nor heading to college, it reminds me that I have grown. It reminds me that the days are beautiful.
Is there something that often causes you to wax nostalgic and contented?
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