Fall.

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I visited our old stomping grounds: paths we have hiked a hundred times. Fall leaves expressing everything I still cannot find the words to say, on how to celebrate endings.

Mourning you was never something I embraced, opting rather to be reborn in the novelty of different surroundings. Places that did not have you – my nature loving, adventure seeking, exotic car driving, silent but strong lover – painted all over them.

But it’s been almost a decade now, and I want my forests back, to bathe myself in their brilliance and healing once again. So bundle up for the inevitable winter, love, because I sense this spring is going to be positively exquisite.