The seasons of life and the beginning of fall
I sat on the back stoop on the cusp of autumn, coffee in hand, and bade goodbye to summer.
“Seems like I hardly knew you,” I said. Summer sighed, reluc...
I sat on the back stoop on the cusp of autumn, coffee in hand, and bade goodbye to summer.
“Seems like I hardly knew you,” I said. Summer sighed, reluc...