There is something glorious about the late September light.
It warms the heart
And lights up unexpected autumn cameos
In hidden pockets of the woods.
It unfurls ribbons of water
Inviting you to take a dip if you’re brave enough;
And, on the last day of September,
Its glorious golden rays turn the woods into a painting
That speaks of children climbing in the trees
All the way up to the sky
To touch that lovely light
And spread it to the world like laughter.
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