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For four days, the storm kept me from nature.

Today, the skies still brood, but the rain has ceased.

My limbs creak as I walk toward the forest—

a quiet pilgrimage into autumn’s changing heart.

Last time, the trees were ablaze with glory.

Now, they stand hushed, cloaked in gray.

How swiftly beauty fades, how deeply it stirs.

Nature, ever shifting, whispers of eternity.

Even in the gloom, grace walks with me.

Even in the silence, the Spirit speaks.

The forest is no less holy in shadow—

only more honest in its longing.