A Blaze of Glory



The air has a crispness right now that reminds me the year is running short. I consider what this means to the leaf which has fallen, a reminder of the mortality of nature, and yet so resplendent before dying--the final bow, as it were,

Would I go down in a blaze of glory? No, I dont think I would. But I dont know what stops me.

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