When we emigrated, there was nothing spring-like about that time of year except the calendar, since New York had recently experienced one of the worst snowstorms in its history. I distinctly remember the cold, being woefully underdressed and ultimately frostbitten. I saw other kids playing outside at recess though there were piles of melting snow around the playground and instantly decided that spring was not what I envisioned and therefore it was not for me.
But as I got acclimated to my surroundings, I slowly but surely came to enjoy the beauty of autumn.
There were many evenings as I walked home from school down a long city block that I took great pleasure in strutting through piles of brown leaves......Join me over at (in)Courage.com to read the rest of this post.
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--Nylse
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This one was wonderful!!! I came back here to comment because there were so many on the other site:) Abscission...a new word for me! This is the best blog I've read from you so far--the imagery was beautiful and the spiritual implication, powerful. I'm so glad you shared it to #GritUp this week. What a gift!
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