10/13/2026
october entered,
drenched in amber
and transition.
how is there so much beauty in death?
i asked the trees.
may you know for yourself
the brilliance
of your own unburdening,
they whispered.
may you rest in the quiet blessing
of your own lightness.
i waited for more,
but the trees had nothing left to say.
i sat beneath them for awhile,
understanding.
--october entered
(Emory Hall)
(I never made it to 7 Lakes all Summer...It was...a weird summer. But I'll take a day in October that felt more like Summer. 🫶🏻 ☀️ Monday Morning strolls before work in October are the best kind.🍁)
