End of seasons.
As I looked at this sad palm, tired after a harsh and humid summer, I got to thinking how I feel the same.
A season where you have given enough. Until you have nothing left. So you just stand still, frozen, looking worse for wear. That is me in this season. It is autumn now. The seasons have changed. Yet I find myself like this palm.
Pot bound.
Frayed.
Neglected, run down.
Lack luster.
This is me.
Tired yet standing.
