It's that time of year again to have pumpkin cake with coffee and milk for breakfast on Sunday morning. Outside the window, the early morning light lights up the Arboretum and the city. There is more red color this year, but it doesn't excite as much. Last night when showering, I noticed rusty spots sprawling from the corners of the metal shampoo holder like fungi curling around the frame, which, too, suggests it's about time to move. At Barton Pond (last week), people came and passed by; Few seemed to notice the empty bench. I thought of all those people who had walked here; Their footprints all mixed and disappeared into those dust trails. We are all only travelers to this place, hopelessly hoping for some sort of permanence.
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