Just An Autumn Day

Skipping through naked tree limbs, autumn's early sunlight shines brighter on my cheeks -- finally free of a damp, heavy summer. The air is powdered with brittle leaves as it tugs my hair. I wonder about love, like satin. I wonder about freedom, like a dream.

We can't hold everything in our hands all at once. I am back to the bits and pieces. Treat love gently, because it is raw and fierce and knows only elation or heartache. Chase freedom carefully because it is buoyant and impossible to grab.