Autumn Leaves

It was cool outside today, it reminded me of Autumn in Longview. There, the chilly breezes are embraced by the summer weary, and the quaint carnival begins to assemble itself in the mall parking lot, and the leaves begin to change colors. They change colors, and then they die, making way for the new life spring will bring in the coming year. Maybe it’s not new though; maybe it’s just another step in the same life. A life that, to the casual observer, has remained the same since it began. The progression of time is a crutch used to measure change, no matter how minor. But maybe the change is only meant for the leaves to know. A shade darker, a shade more lime-green; a slightly shorter or slightly longer stem when winter ends. The leaves themselves would know a change in one another, it’s a shared experience. Maybe this shared experience within the kinship of the leaves is the only way to measure change. Maybe it’s how they remain more or less the same, yet different in some ways than what came before. Another version of leaves.

Next Chapter: Out in the Lights