I look at the leaves lying on the grass. It is sad they are no longer a green, pliable part of the tree. Or is it beautiful? The yellow-orange color of the leaves contrast against the green of the grass - like natures winter blanket.
As I watch the leaves drop, the branches of the tree are visible, strong and supportive. It is beginning its season of rest. From a human perspective that same tree could be seen as grieving the loss of its leaves.
It is cold and my normally warm-blooded body is finding it difficult to maintain its warm core. I feel sick - I think. Or am I depressed? Is this another form of grief? It seems so strange I can't identify it. Though, I know it's not important what it is.
I wait without expectation. And when I realize I am tense, I remember to breathe. That is my job today - to breathe.
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