We are not scattered, we are restless.

The weather, the world.
All of it, cluttering up our heads.

We need both more and less focus.
We need more time, and more caring hands on the time we have.

All of this chatter, all of this noise.
All we want are fallen leaves.

Jumping, swishing.

A russet pile to lie in and watch the clouds float by.
To insulate while we nap like woodland creatures.

And finally recharge.

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