Autumn is a time of harvest.
The listless and thoughtless days of summer once again fade into memories. This traveling tortuga clips down the road enjoying the change of terrain and the change of season.
In the last century, 1993 if my memory serves, Sting sang:
“You’ll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold.”
It is the season to harvest. Time to walk in fields of gold … embrace the beauty! Sting continues:
“See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold.”
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What a poetic post, thank you so much.