much like how a new season creeps in to settle amid the dregs of the previous season, i find that middle-age has quietly slipped into my life. my first pair of progressive lenses are allowing me to function at focal lengths i have forgotten. it is no accident that the crows' feet are more defined.
so, i notice, does winter hasten away the glorious hues of fall to establish her own cold beauty.
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