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When we started this challenge there were still green leaves on the trees. Not a lot, mind you, but some. Oh how quickly it changes... I love autumn. I love the rain, the dark, candles and chilly mornings when the world smells like the end of an era. Autumn for me means a lot of difficult memories. It also means the end of summer, the death of something warm and friendly and alive. But at the same time, as the world is dying, preparing for a long and cold winter, autumn means a new start. Never is the world as colourful. Never as vibrant. As the days grow shorter, the nights grow longer; and in the night, I am at home.
I was hoping to get to enjoy autumn for a while longer, but just as life gives way to death, autumn gives way to winter. Big wet snow flakes started falling, sticking to my eyelashes and my hair. So very pure and innocent. A fresh start. I turned my eyes skyward, trying to watch it fall. But the cold got into my eyes, made me blink and miss the moment. I don't think you're supposed to see falling snow. It's too pure for our world. On the ground snow is like the rest of us. Dirty. Going nowhere. But in the air... it's free and new and capable of greatness.
But alas, it falls...
This snow will melt away. It's only October, after all. Autumn is still here, and I will still enjoy it. But winter is coming. Soon.