Another season is showing its colors.
Branches that were just golden are barren.
Still beautiful in their own way.
Beauty in the simple lines.
I quickly snap a photo before I pass them by.
Reflections in the glass.
When I look at them I am reminded of you.
Sitting here next to me.
Giving me a silly grin every now and then.
Putting your head on the pillow only to jump up a minute later.
Energy abounds. And then lulls.
And I think to myself we are like the trees.
Life is like the trees.
Moving from one season to the next.
Golden leaves to barren branches.
Over and over again. Around and around.
I quickly snap a photo before time passes us by.
Even if only in my heart.
To remember this time.
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