Autumn is Knocking at our Doors.

Image created with words of this post together with AI (Midjourney) by the author ©CatyHartung

And suddenly, the birds left South. The air embraced me with a chilly coat at night. And here it was. The summer on its way out.

And autumn knocked at our doors in a fine, subtle way, but there was no doubt.

Oh, beautiful impermanence. Curse, hope, and life. It better be welcomed than ignored. And as there is always change, nothing can be kept but the one experiencing it all.

Champagne for the Mind #59 — September 1, 2023