345 – Autumn walk

Grey skies and cold wind.
Winter must be coming.

Leaves dance around the sidewalk,
Chasing each other like naughty children.

The gentle whip of the dry air
Feels like a tender caress on my cheeks.

Stories of a sly fox and a wise owl
Calmly simmer in the cracks within my head.

The smell of coffee and ancient wood
Guide my steps towards a warm place.

Petty problems start dissolving
With every sip of the strong brew.

Such simple things,
Such a strong medicine.

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