Together, they unpacked the groceries and prepared supper, chatting and laughing while they worked.
When they were finished, they brought their food out to the patio to eat while they watched the sun set. The trees were vibrant with fall colours – greens and browns and reds and oranges and golds – there wouldn’t be very many days left to enjoy the warm evenings. As if nature was agreeing with that observation, a dried leaf fell on the table between them and he picked it up, crushed it, and released it back to nature.
Crushed brown fragments blew away in the breeze.
#ThursThreads : Crushed brown fragments blew away in the breeze.
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