abundance
- Kimberly Taylor-Pestell
- Nov 26, 2017
- 1 min read

I stepped out into morning, overcast with a gently moving fog hanging betwixt everything—and my heartbeat quickened with surprise intake of breath as I beheld wonder. Oak’s crown had fallen to cover every surface in a delicate collage of layered leaves. Crisp, cool air filled my lungs, and I remembered autumn’s abundance.
