If you pay attention to the subtleties of the world around you may notice that more than one thing recurring through the days. An idea, or word, or person, comes into a day, not like the blinding light of a midday sun, though this may be where you notice it, but instead like the dawn, and fades like the sunset or the leaves from the autumn tree. Each is its own colored thread of a tapestry woven with great care, and where one thread ends another has already begun to take its place, just as the birds fly south before the last leaf falls, but never before the first leaf turns, and you can continue to see the migratory patterns when the first snow falls.
It is these threads that give me comfort, for I belief it is a recognition of the blanket I am wrapped within, alive with life and full of color.
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