I love November. Especially when she shows us her beauty. Almost bear, but not quite nude. Things hidden away through the foliage of warmer days, are now slowly revealed. I reveal in the open sky, streaked with orange. The quieter streets. The slowness, the growing dark.
We watched the sunset from the beach,
Walked the paths in the fading orange light.
Climbed a tree, skipped stones,
Collected leaves
We were in the moment & it was treasure.
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