Today I sit in my natural observation spot. It's nothing fancy but a small ravine where the sides of a small hill meet together at spot in the middle. There a juvenile tree fills the vertical space. I sit here feeling all around me. A sense of cold is coming. I can feel clues of it in the cool dry air that meets my face, as well as the cool cushion of dirt underneath the weight of my body. Today is different from the other occasional times I've been here. I feel an anticipation and a slight worry. Today there is life here. There is a monochromatic palette of green with occasional highlights of yellow and sparse shadows of brown. All the color, life, and plants are patiently waiting for whats to come and are holding on to every breath that they can. Soon all saturation will be lost for a period of rest before next year's cycle. The tree seems to be the watchman relaying the news of whats coming to all that lay below it. He communicates by setting the tempo of noise. At certain points it is heightened and the message is carried in a chatter by all the bushes and plants along the hillside. For those who do not have the advantage to see, the tree scatters light into thousands of tiny rays. This code lets them know that for now they are safe, for now there is life, and that no more worry shall come out of today. Today will take care of itself and tomorrow they will stand again.
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