We sat in her living room.

Through the wall of windows we see white cottony wisps of mist settle over rolling hills. Orange leaves burst through a sea of green.  Summer changes to fall. The end of a season happens right before us as we discuss the end of a season.  Blue-gray skies complement fall colors and some of our emotions.  Despite the fall colors coming through,  blue, green and gray outweigh and there is a feeling of crisp and cool out there.

But warmth and coffee are inside. My own mist rising up from the dark steamy liquid in a cup.  It’s rather cozy for the topic we discuss.

Both of us mourn…

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