"There's something nostalgic about fall"
He says to me.
The trees hum in agreement behind him.
The road in front of and behind the car waves goodbye
And hello.
"Or maybe,"
He muses,
"It's just that in fall you notice the time passing.
And you remember"
The great lindens are bright yellow at their tips and
Deep green at their center.
Maples flashes scarlet in great swathes
To hide its own mundane chlorophyll.
"You remember all the other times time has passed."
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