October 16th

Seasons of your day

The season of autumn. Perhaps my favorite. To be clear, I love summer, but when I'm older & no longer need to attend school or college, I'll be able to bask in autumn's entire beauty. It just seems that public education - the system -  derives from total freedom.

Pure autumn is liberosis.

Infinite Season

   "Let autumn be as it is," a pause.

"Oh wicked splendor, enchant me." He said

Greg finished raking the lawn, when a new but profound sound came from the shed. Greg wasn't the type to run away scared. When approached, the shed seemed to levitate an inch off the ground. Fixated on its invisible wings, Greg didn't take notice of the shed's opening mouth. The rake dropped on the soil by Greg was sucked  intro the storage unit.

  Autumn seemed to lend a helpful hand in all things. The season was crucifying yet saving, & its grand aroma was of infinite compassion. Greg knew that every moment in this short time of year must be savored.

Written October 14th