Long shadows

                  What is it about the long shadows of fall?
           There is melancholy, but also conviction, a bracing; an inner stirring to gather myself, furl wings, prepare for retreat; a leaving behind of something…one more chapter, one more year, one more tick of life’s clock.
            Also mingled with that angled, evening glow, beauty vibrates to the ends of my limbs, a peaceful settling into nature’s rest. Long shadows are a harbinger of waiting, a long, patient pause before the next unfurling.
 
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