They say autumn is the most poetic time of year, and I stand by it. The air, the trees ,the mood, it’s all so poetic every year. Except this year. There’s something different in the air, dark, unclear and muddy. Or maybe thats just my thoughts these days. Why can’t I see the leaves changing, why do they all look so black lately? Black is fine, for now. I imagine their color will slowly come back, I hope. But for now, black is fine. & for now I am fine.black_and_white_leaves_by_ladybird101-d329t8k

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