It was hard to tell when Fall came in, so I left the door open and just waited, wide eyed with hot tea and fewer questions than ever. I wanted Fall to come in and wash over me, change the colors of what this summer had brought me, make everything settle and fall from their tall trees. It’s hard here in California to receive the same affect of seasons as they come and go. It’s hard to know clearly when one thing ends so something else can begin. A lot of the time I’m left there standing and wondering what just happened. So this time around I’m keeping my eyes open, I’m listening to everything she has to say, and when she does arrive, I’ll invite her in for tea.
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