Fall is an amazing time.
The world is slowing from its summer grind.
Leaves are changing color.
We are driven inside. The heat from the sun is duller.
I have this memory. Is it true?
There used to be a transition between seasons. Who knew?
Saturday, it rained. But was 85 in the shade.
Monday it was 45 and chili was made.
Wednesday it was 90. No lie.
Friday, snow! I really want to cry.
My sinuses are bleeding.
I can’t stop sneezing.
My head is exploding.
My throat is closing.
Do I have the covid?
Will I no longer be a no-vid?
I remember dad talking about rabbit tracking frosts.
It was 28 this morning. All the heat is lost.
Rain again! Chico needs to go out.
With this disaster, I have my doubts.
Snow on the ground? Really?
Come on Chico, don’t be silly.
Tomorrow it will be 75.
Sunscreen I will need to apply.
No wonder my eyes are watering.
My head shattering.
Where did that transition between seasons go?
Great! More snow.
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