I find the first yellow leaf the way a woman finds the first gray hair, and feel it like a betrayal:
I have so much less time than I thought.
And still, the light fills up the rooms, yellow and warm. The green leaves tap the upstairs windows at night.
Fireflies spark in the meadows.
You and I still have a little time, yet, to live and to love. Forgive and be forgiven…
Let’s make a little magic in it. ❤