The leaves of the ivy that surrounds my possessions are starting to turn.
Some leaves are red, some yellow, and some still a deep green.
This reminds me of me.
I am changing.
One leaf at a time.
Some leaves are changed and bright red and beautiful.
Some are crusty and need to let go.
Some are still green and hanging on to nature’s way.
We are meant to change.
We are meant to grow and change colors and grow new leaves after a period of dormancy
and (apparently) suffering.