Fall

Fall. Changing seasons and something else. Transience. Reminders of what it is to be alive. As it encroaches, there is a newness, always an energetic something, indescribable, dynamic, kinetic, spirited, and strangely always exactly the same and exactly different. Breathing color into life. Where did it come from? It always happens overnight. Time? Moving, changing, accumulating. Wisdom? Moving, changing, accumulating. Love? Moving, changing, accumulating. Stepping into something brand new and blindingly beautiful. My thoughts are fragmented, whirling, not to be bound by words, of which there are none. None. What? How? Yet every one chosen with care. No borders, and yet I’m standing at the margins. How? Falling into something incommunicable. My eyes into yours, seems the only way to say it. Or a country road, private, bursting with color, no end in sight. Fall. Brace yourself? Or just Fall.