Beneath the tree, leaves begin to drop. Shades of crimson and ocher.
I begin to fade.
It’s winter now, soon turning to spring. The thaw of white snow running down the branches, the dirt making sodden beneath me, leaving me standing in a stew of earth.
Where did the time go? It’s all going too fast. Like a night with no dreams, time is a blip.
I just want to be present, to be alive in the moment.
But it is is hard to see through the clouds.
It’s just so fuzzy.
Sleep beckons me back, to her infernal grasp.
I’ll wake up another day.
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