The air has that early fall crispness
The land anchors life
The trees, perfection in liminality
Some of these houses
Here for more than a hundred years
Smiling spirits
They’ve witnessed a thing or two
Time itself
We cling to it’s structure
Yet it doesn’t exist
All that has been
Is, still and always
Energy never dies, it simply changes shape
Essence and truth
The pulse within
It’s all available to you
The library of the Universe
Hoodie and a hot tea
Hands around the mug
Continuity
Life
The Neighborhood?
It’s bigger than you thought
Chilly night in the neighborhood
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