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Beyond this sign—the distant sound of honeybees busily gathering the last powdery particles of pollen. That remote and ritual humming says Autumn is here, Winter is coming…hurry, hurry, no time to waste.
Beyond this sign—the slow decline of daylight puts the lethargic trees to slumber. The leaves lose nutrients and shift color; soon only the cell walls will remain, and the veins—those vascular bundles—are all that cleave leaf to branch. A bit of wind, the bundle breaks, and the leaves fall like half-notes from a sad clarinet. Autumn is here, Winter is coming…nothing to do but wait.
Beyond this sign—the entire earth tilts on its axis and the rays of the sun slide in at a shallow angle. The heat of the sun is diffused, the days grow short, and a stony and hushed chill enwraps the hemisphere. Autumn is here, Winter is coming.
This is not the end; this is only a pause—a slow drawing in of the warm breath. The Buddha says “This existence of ours is as transient as Autumn clouds. To watch the birth and death of beings is like looking at the movements of a dance.” The honeybees know this. The trees know this.
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