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She pulls the covers up to her ears against the recent chill in the air. Early morning sunshine spills through the window. Soft fingers of light brushing the bed, cheering her, lifting her from her dreams.
The nights are getting longer, the sun rising reluctantly, later each day. She knows that the brightness means that she has slept late.
She closes her eyes for a moment. It is time to rise, almost. Just a moment more.
She pulls her dressing gown tight against the coolness of the day. The sunshine belies the briskness in the air. Tea in hand, she moves to the table, and sits.
The sky is pale, the light still delicate. Tentative as it spreads over the table, bathing her in its creamy glow.
She closes her eyes for a moment. It is time to start, almost. Just a moment more.
She pulls her sleeves down over her hands, her fingers cold in the absence of her mug. The large tree, standing guard just outside, casts a long shadow across the floor. Its leaves dancing in time to silent music, twisting and fluttering like a cloud of butterflies.
She watches the patterns, sharpening in the brightening day. The sky deepening in colour as the morning passes.
She closes her eyes for a moment. It is time to move, almost. Just a moment more.
She pulls her scarf up to her face, exposing as little skin as possible. The azure sky is reminiscent of summer; the hint of frost in the air a sign of what is to come.
She lifts her head, gazing at the canopy of trees. Vibrant reds and burnished golds mix with delicate pinks and vivid yellows. Beautiful, vital; despite being an ending. The blanket of leaves at her feet serving as a reminder that change is coming.
She closes her eyes for a moment. It is time to leave, almost. Just a moment more.
She pulls off a glove and reaches down to pick up a leaf, tracing the intricate pattern of veins with her finger. It is a time of transformation, albeit one that ends in the slumber of winter. If spring brings hope, what does autumn?
A time to breath in the crisp, clean air. A time to appreciate the simple beauty of bright leaves against a cobalt sky. A time to prepare for the frigid days to come. A last glimpse of colour and warmth before the greyscale of snow and ice.
A time to change.
She closes her eyes for a moment. It is time.
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