I can't help but think about it as I walk... I try to stay in the moment, but sometimes these thoughts just enter my mind. I try and force them away, but how can you force away what you know is true. Autumn is so very short here in this northern town. While so many of you have barely begun the change of season... we are almost at the end
But that is life... and so I try hard to stay in the moment. I walk and the leaves cushion my every step... I hear birds singing and squirrels chirping... I look and see mr. brown rabbit hopping by. I will still see him this Winter...only his coat will then be white as snow. I wonder... will I still know him?