Autumn Walk
The bright, yellow Aries moon peeks over the horizon. The wind dances with my soul, seasoned with nostalgic burning wood. My nose is tickled by crisp, Autumn air.
A new song plays in my head and every atom vibrates to the frequency of the season. Reaping the decrepit, willing for the seasons to come.
I grin in ecstasy. My feet taking me to places yet to be discovered, to experiences yet to be sensed.
I am illuminated and blissfully alive.
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