two hundred eighty five

times they are a changing
times they are a changing

There are ivy vines growing outside of my bathroom window.  This has been dangling there in the morning sun  every morning since we moved in.  Through bleary eyes I always thought it looked pretty, and was planning to take a picture of it.  Today I looked at it and noticed that it was turning red, and will soon be gone and ugly.  I think I’m going to print this and keep it on my wall until winter is over.