Wind swirls red leafs around my feet as I grip my coffee.

Last fall my life looked different

But seams ripped apart and chunks of me fell, willy nilly, wherever they wished.

We think we have control

Then swoosh

We get knocked around like a lone boat in a tumultuous sea.

I stand here, gripping my cup, and remember how it was.

Before the storm

Then the wind picks up again, and by no choice of my own

I am forced to move along.