Sometimes I speak in code.
It is rarely intentional.
But my love for music and literature teaches me to notice symbols.
Somewhere in the middle of my day, I began breathing strangely. My heart feels like it stops for a second before it finally gets finished with one or two heartbeats.
A dramatic pause.
It makes me wonder.
One tree on my trip to work is only partially changed.
Most of the tree is still green. At the end of the branches, in specific areas, the leaves are turning bright red and orange.
It is as though some gargantuan artist picks the tree out of the ground during the darkest part of night and uses it as a paintbrush.
