Leaves Continue to Fall

It’s cloudy, but bright outside. It’s warm, damn near 70° and breezy. I came out to check the clothes on the line. I just got out of the bath and the breeze feels cool on my skin, as the leaves continue to fall from the trees. Could you ask any more from nature on a December day? I don’t really think so. 

I’ve been watching a lot of my friends on social media moving on with their lives. Planning trips, making plans, just plain moving forward with the dreams they have. Yet here I sit, living one moment at a time. I stop making plans a long time ago. It’s not that I’m lazy or lethargic. It’s just that I tried that other life. The working and the scheming, laying down 5-year-plans. And all it every got me was a scarred heart, a broken mind, and a lifetime of disappointment.
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Now I don’t say this to discourage anyone from dreaming dreams. And it’s definitely not my time to go. I’m just sitting hear listening to the birds sing and the distant groan of a lawnmower mowing grass. Reflecting on nothing, just leaving my mind open to possibilities of this nearly perfect day. All while the leaves tussle and fall.