A Setting Entry

The first frost on dying brown, once a representation of flourishing life. Soft white flurries take their time to drop, but leave little evidence of their brief ambush other than the dark naked twigs under a thick gray. The frigid air suggests winter is coming, or is it here and I have missed fall? Another indicator life moves too fast, but at least the snow soothes.

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