Standing in Our Light

Standing in Our Light

Just outside my window, the oak has gone to yellow. I breathe a deep sigh of relief. It is late in the season for the trees to be finding their peak. I wasn’t sure they ever would. So many leaves went straight to brown — carried off by the next wind. Today, as I...
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