Fall.
I remember standing in a yard of a home I’ve never been to, that belonged to a family I’ve never met.
I remember how bright everything was even though it was a dull cloudy day.
I remember all the oranges and yellows and reds.
I remember the light breeze and all the brown trees.
And I remember thinking how perfect the bright green grass looked peaking out through it all.
I remember the fall.
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