The Leaves Are Turning.

 Autumn is starting to leave little notes.

The corn is almost ready to be harvested. Somehow it feels as if overnight the lush greens have been replaced by dried out beige.

Different yet uniform. A field of corn is counting down the days....

The leaves are changing to a more laid back yellow. Autumn brings forth a phase of contemplation about the months gone by and winter to come. Another year gone, another on the cards. Nature's way of counting time.

This morning was perfect yet again. Cool and crisp enough to wear a jersey, yet bright enough to reflect the awesome beauty of a summer's end.

Another bench perfect to reflect upon. To sit and stare into the distance is one of life's undiscovered pleasures. Free, perfect and therapeutic.

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