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The Glass That Waited for the Last Leaf to Fallš·
It sat on the windowsill.
Clear.
Quiet.
Almost expectant.
Outside, the trees held on.
Leaf by leaf.
Moment by moment.
As if autumn itself.
Was reluctant to say goodbye.
You watched the branches soften.
The colors deepen.
The season exhale.
And slowly.
The world reached that final pauseā
When the last leaf trembles.
Right before letting go.
Thatās when the glass felt ready.
When you poured the wine.
It wasnāt about the drink.
It was about timing.
About honoring the stillness.
Between what was ending.
And what was beginning.
The first sip tasted like transition.
Warm.
Grounded.
True.
When the Moment Finds the Pour:
Some wines wait for quiet.
For reflection.
For the kind of pause.
That nature teaches best.
Fall doesnāt rush.
It releases.
Gracefully.
One leaf at a time.
Wine mirrors this.
A slow unfolding.
A soft surrender.
A reminder that beauty.
Often lives in the letting go.
The Taste of a Seasonās Final Breath:
Thereās something sacred.
About the last leaf of autumn.
It carries memory.
Closure.
A promise of rest.
This glass tasted like that.
Like the peace that comes.
When you stop holding on.
And simply allow the season to turn.
Your Turn
Have you ever opened a bottle because the moment felt like a soft goodbye?
Share it or drop a š if a falling leaf has ever called you to pour something warm and meaningful.
Cheersš·
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