Visiting Caitlin's resting place today, and I was struck by the season with the fall leaves nestled around her stone. The fallen leaves gently announce that the month of her death is here, and I can no longer revel in the season of her life. The cold air of November is here, and the colors have turned.
When I point my camera to a large tree near her place, I can get a pink hue from the sun as it pierces through, and I think,
"Caitlin, you are a vision in pink."
I miss you. I love you.
Fallen leaves make everything so peaceful, so tranquil. Caitlins grave is beautiful, as is the pink sunlight shining through the trees.
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