It was a moment, an instant, when all became still.
The songs of the birds, faded and now silent.
Children wake to find icy windows, and leaves cover the ground.
Temperature drops give way to sweaters and scarves encompass necks again.
Where I stand, Fall is not such a season as a state of mind.
The fast-paced relax. The chaos slows down.
We pull out our coats and favorite winter hand-me-downs.
Everything gets a dash of pumpkin, here, in the Fall.
The tress don't change, merely die and shed, the process isn't beautiful here as it is elsewhere.
But the spirit is.
More smiles are given, more jokes are told.
The colder air seems to revive and renew every heart in this town.
With Fall comes a sense of acceptance and a breath of change.
It isn't a gradual process.
It happens in an instant.
It happens over night, our instantaneous Fall
A space for me to empty my brain of all the poems, letters, and half-finished stories that swirl around in my head all day.
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