As I was biking the other afternoon, the yellow leaves of the changing trees were brazing with color. And the branches were letting loose of their leaves, getting ready for the long rest and dormant time of winter. As I biked through those leaves, the familiar crunching sound filled my ears. The fragrance of drying leaves brought back memories of jumping in leaf piles with laughter and abandon. All of that color changing and shifting around us stirred me to want to bring some of that color into my world of creation.
Luscious to wear.
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