As I muddle through the middle of my life, I discover I love foliage more than flowers and Fall more than Spring. I aspire to emulate maples which explode in joy and color even as they reach the end of their cycle.
When chlorophyll recedes from autumn leaves, the vibrant tones that have been hidden reveal themselves in passionate purples and rich reds. I wonder what I will find beneath the camouflage of convention which covers me?
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