The Imagination of Autumn - Photo by Meredith Eastwood

It’s amazing how one’s perspective seems to change within the blink of an eye.
Like the transition of hues and colors of leaves on trees in autumn,
transformation is so gradual you never really know the exact time the “worn-out” falls away.
But all of a sudden, the haze lifts, you notice the change
You say to yourself, “Wow, when did that happen?”
It feels like waking up and seeing beauty where dullness had existed before,
relieved with a coolness of mind where heat had boiled the ego previously.
Perhaps summer was just a dream,
its days of ruminations now leaves on a slippery damp path,
or it could have been delicious poetry,
or nothing more than a trick of the imagination.

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