Noticed a bouquet of fall flowers today. The colors were rich and succulent. Reds, yellows, purplish pink and white. Funny that the end of the season presents such vivid colors. Every notice how on a sunny fall day the sky is so blue it almost hurts your eyes? The leaves wear crimson and golden coats just before they skydive to their eventual demise. Almost as if the dying makes everything more colorful and vibrant.
A metaphor for life, love and death. A fever burns hotter; eyes shine brighter. A glimpse into heaven. Makes a lot of sense really. Two years ago this week. There must be a butterfly nearby....
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You know, I think of Mother every single day, but on the 30th I didn't think of it specifically as THE DAY. I think it gets a little easier as time goes by. Alway in our hearts.
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