She posted pictures of herself, the children grown, and the grandchildren. Smiles, hugs, fights, puppies and school activities. We all welcomed these pleasantries and looked forward for more.
But that year when she posted the reddening leaves of her maple. I felt a little jealous. You see, the old mango tree across the street from my house, was never going to perform such a feat of glory; still its green leaves cling. And in my backyard the yellow leaves fallen after the rains of the night before, from the plumeria was of no consequence to an autumnal seasonal change.
clear morning sky -
a dampness on the paved walk
smell of petrichor
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REVISIT
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Monday WRites # 372
HAPPY NOVEMBER
You've heard about the Monday Blues
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well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea).
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