Monday, November 11, 2013

Treasures



How quickly the leaves have fallen. With the seasons changing, I have an accelerated sense of time passing. I miss swimming at Spruce Run. How unfair that we went just three times, and once to the beach, when I could spend most summer days, all day, by the water.

Jared and I seem the same day by day. It's only in looking back at photographs that I see that we've changed in the past few years. Just like the big oak tree by the pond. It seemed like it might there for another hundred years. Then, it leaned, leaned some more, then a big wind came. Now, it seems like the trunk has always lain partially submerged in the dark pool.






We'll miss this little red house when we go.

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