• Aram Mitchell


It’s almost too cold to sit by the window with it open anymore. And some of the leaves toward the edges of the trees are turning red. The steam floating off my coffee seems thicker, more pronounced in the morning air, like an autumn exhale. And I’m beginning to get compliments on my green cardigan because I’m seldom not wearing it when I’m out in the world. The earth, where I am, keeps her back turned on the sun for a little bit longer each day. The mammals, where I live, crave cuddles in the evening. They always crave cuddles, but the warmth together on our couch is a little more welcome against the cool outside.

Anyone else feeling, noticing, loving the shifting seasons?

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