I observe the season round a subtle curve and an Emerson quote arises from the back of my mind, long held in subconscious memory, once pulled from a book now dusty on someone else’s shelf. “To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has its own beauty, and in the same field, it beholds, every hour, a picture which was never seen before, and which shall never be seen again.”

― Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature

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