You fight with your mind. You wrestle with your feet. You find ways to procrastinate. But ultimately you succumb to the pressure you have placed upon yourself; a personal goal you have set and you close the door behind you and begin the morning walk. It’s cold, windy and there is a mist in the air. For a brief moment you turn around, but you press on. Your nose is met by the smells of the residual burning in fireplaces this early October morning.  Your ears are awakened to the sound of rolling thunder in the distance. Your senses are greeted by the flesh of fresh fallen fruit. As a soft rain falls, you stick out your tongue and capture a sweet drop or two. And as much as you are ill-prepared for these gifts of nature, a skeleton appears to spring up from a neighbor’s lawn.


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