Autumn has always astounded me, nourished me, and brought me home.
Whether *I AM* or not, *AUTUMN IS*.
A cycle in itself to witness, or no mind if you won't.
An imminent moment before, delicately extended on the verge of ordainment.
A revival of will. A resuscitation of purpose. Reinvention. A shift, a vibrant transformation.
Each leaf individually bold, then as BOLD as can be, and. . . release.
Feet planted in deciduous earth, head pointed upward towards the harvest sky,
I AM HERE.
I AM HERE.
