“Change does not ask permission, it simply reminds us it is always there.”
The leaves had begun their slow burn of color. Gold and crimson drifted through the air like small notes of surrender. There was no resistance, only rhythm.
Watching them fall felt like watching truth land gently where it belonged. Nothing forced, nothing rushed. Just the quiet understanding that what is ready to release will do so in its own time.
Some changes were visible, others unseen, but all belonged to the same cycle, light revealing what darkness had prepared.
-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Tomorrow, the wind will carry these colors farther, spreading messages of release and renewal.
SONSHINE FOR YOU 
I love the metaphor for leaves as “truth landing,” Kerri. That is profoundly beautiful. Once again, your picture inspires. You’re not only a gifted poet, you are a wonderful photographer!
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Thank you beautiful friend… i appreciate that.. I was just thinking yesterday I need to do a few photo days a week of fall because it’s changing so fast and so amazingly.
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A gorgeous tribute to fall, and the cycle of life. Maggie
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Thank you Maggie… i hope you guys are having a wonderful adventure today wherever you’re traveling today.
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