Just outside the laundry room window there is a big maple tree. It must have been there for a hundred years. It may be there when I die. When I gaze upon this beauty of nature, I am reminded how quickly time moves on. I think of the subtle daily changes leading to the ever larger change of the seasons. These things happen bit by bit each day until I realize summer is gone and fall has arrived. This beautiful maple reminds me of the cycle of which we are all part.
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