By JJ Collins
Saturdays in November have always been my favorite. Long walks through the autumn woods, a tickle of winter teasing itself as the breeze begins to bite. It nips the tops of our ears and makes a million leaves dance in a wash of crimson and tattered gold. The earthen smell gives way to a deeper musk as the weather changes in earnest; a transition that bespeaks a gentle death.
“Nature’s changing of the guard,” Dad always says.
Said, I remind myself. I draw a breath in silent remonstration, exhale into emptiness as echoes fade to stillness. It’s what he always said.
Moving and evocative.
Well done!
James B. Revell.
Beautiful!
Lovely piece, very tender.
Quietly moving. Great images.
Nicely done!
Excellent piece which conveys so much in so few words.
Bravo. You captured the season and how the senses evoke memories. Beautifully done, and very moving. An experience I have experienced several times in my life.
Beautiful. It is so much more, but I honestly can’t think of words to describe how it made me feel. Excellent job.
Thank you all for the encouraging words.
Very evocative and poignant. Great writing.
Loved every word… I can definitely relate… well done…kudos…
Yes. My Daddy’s gone too, but I can’t remember anything he said. It’s been over half a century now, and I still miss him. I was only 16 (the oldest of four) when he was killed.
So evocative and brilliantly written – congrats!