A pale sunset mirrored on the day of the Autumnal Equinox.
The cool crisp air beneath clear skies this morning danced on Summer’s corpse.
Autumn is a time of dying and its deceptive beauty is not that of the rose,
but that of the thorn.
Winter, with its scythe and bony fingers, is waiting in the wings…

And I take the time to reflect upon where I have been and to anticipate where I am going…

000 ReflectionsPhoto of the west side of the Saint Bonifatius church reflected in the windows of a modern building taken on September 23rd 2014 in Wiesbaden, Germany


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