If this morning was a color, it would be copper.
Steam rises from the coffee into the red streaks of variegated angel wing begonia leaves. Sunlight falls into the window and shadows dance across the wooden table and floor, matching the movement of the branches blowing in the breeze outside. Just beyond the screen there isn’t much green left among these old oaks. Red and gold are merely accent colors, like small brush strokes added for texture into the copper landscape. The morning breeze strengthens, a few more leaves release their grip from the branches for the rush of the wind. Gliding, swirling, rising, falling, beautiful in air currents, invisible but for what they carry, and today, they carry the copper leaves of November.
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