The hazy September sun peered through the open

window, casting long shadows against the wall.

And although she had always loved the fall,

it often reminded her of death once the

trees stood tall and naked, limbs

outstretched, like arms longing to be

filled.

And it was what came next that unsettled

her most… winter… cold, lifeless and

seemingly without end. But she reminded

herself of season’s change, and how nothing

in life was truly permanent, except for change itself…

a feeling that both comforted and distressed her.

Still, she was wise enough to know there were

those things she was unable to control…

things like people, emotions not her own,

and seasons. So she smiled, just a little, knowing

all would pass, giving way to yet another spring.