Finding Wonder in the Familiar, and Life in Death

Some of my most magical memories as a child were encircled by autumn. The spectrum of colors, the crisp whisper of night around the corner. I recall tromping barefoot across the backyard lawn with my childhood best friend—skipping and stirring a large cauldron of what we called magic potion (I think it was water and green food coloring—shh, don’t tell! ;-)), anticipating the enchantment of dusk.

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