Watching the leaves change and rustle in the wind. Cold fronts and preparing for freezing rain. Car heaters and the cold bite of wind. Absorbing the warm sun on my skin, because it feels so good. I enjoy the poetry nature writes. She has no motive, no bias, no care, but the cycles and systems that feed our being feed my soul more than any other thing. Robins filling the sky and the migration of the monarch butterfly, those sites are the sites that catch my eye.
#plebchain, fall is my favorite time of year.
