Within a moment of breathing in the rare warm October day I want to roll naked in the leaves tricked into falling.
Another part of me runs from lawn to tree to tree picking up the leaves and matching them with hope of glueing them back on their proper branches.
One revels in the change the other clings to what is known. Stability and wild abandon. Shake well and drink the harvest wine.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
Yes. That’s all I can say.
Well it’s a go then–go do something wonderful that’s against your practical self!!