the turning of the first leaf
today i saw the first burst of orange in a sea of green leaves. i gasped at the abrupt shift in color. it's mid-august and still 80° and humid... are we ready for the change? the seasonal change is inevitable. whether you like it or not, those leaves are going from green to orange to brown in no time. whether we are afraid of it or not, a change occurs.
like seasons, love shows it's first signs abruptly, but will there be a change? 9 times out of 10, no. nothing will change. a sprig of oak leaves could stay orange forever while the rest of the tree stays the same. and this is because we are afraid. i used to wonder if we were afraid to give into love, afraid to let that feeling overtake us and change us.
it's mid-august and already the first chilly breeze has blown off the ocean. i enjoy summer but i can't wait for the fall. i hate the moments between but relish the anticipation, like love. but do we dread the reality? the few hours of marked bliss before utter agony sets in. this is the reality of love. and perhaps life in general.
there isn't a cloud in the sky and the infinite blue is daunting. perfection rests even in the smell of low tide.
something has got to give. we fear change yet things have already changed. even since yesterday. even since the turning of the first leaf. even since the last thing you said.
i love this time of day. i love this place, this moment. and i'm not afraid to love anymore.
like seasons, love shows it's first signs abruptly, but will there be a change? 9 times out of 10, no. nothing will change. a sprig of oak leaves could stay orange forever while the rest of the tree stays the same. and this is because we are afraid. i used to wonder if we were afraid to give into love, afraid to let that feeling overtake us and change us.
it's mid-august and already the first chilly breeze has blown off the ocean. i enjoy summer but i can't wait for the fall. i hate the moments between but relish the anticipation, like love. but do we dread the reality? the few hours of marked bliss before utter agony sets in. this is the reality of love. and perhaps life in general.
there isn't a cloud in the sky and the infinite blue is daunting. perfection rests even in the smell of low tide.
something has got to give. we fear change yet things have already changed. even since yesterday. even since the turning of the first leaf. even since the last thing you said.
i love this time of day. i love this place, this moment. and i'm not afraid to love anymore.
posted by Sarah G at 10:49 PM
1 Comments:
Sarah, a little constructive criticism: I really feel as though you should incorporate the understanding presence of an oscillating fan into the works of this marvel of a piece, it just needs the sense of centripicalism without the everlasting touch of accute delight......riiiiiight.
~Jon~
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