On the empty park bench, rain softly falling on the brick pavers below, one can’t help but feel as though it is the wrong season of life. Instead of the vibrant renewal of spring, there’s a sense of fall endings all around.

It’s a peculiar sensation, like being caught out of sync with the world around. A reminder that even in the wrong season, there is still growth, renewal, and the potential for unexpected beauty to emerge.

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