The September trees of Michigan publish unsubtle previews of the more fiery palette of autumn. Dashes of red and yellow steal out from the green canopy, a reminder of the yearly spectacle. The end of the summer.
Within weeks, these trees will explode into a celebration of vitality, one last hurrah before winter closes its hard grip.
We won’t give up so easily. Not without a fight. And we will be back.
... but enough about me 
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