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[psych_insight]

Autumn, in every sense of the word.

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[clearestblue]

Feeling a chill in the air, Atobe-san?

[psych_insight]

A chill, and change on the wind...

The colors are beautiful, at least.

[clearestblue]

Changes can be opportunities, too, remember.

Beauty in transience, hm?

[psych_insight]

That's what the butterflies have always told me.

Mono no aware.

[cleverendeavor]

Autumn may be the last breath of warmth and color before winter, but on the horizon lies a pastel breath of spring and subsequent heat of summer.

Of course. There isn't much left, anyway. Is everything alright?

[ooc: small screened]

[psych_insight]

And yet, somehow, I fear my own element more than anything.

Everything will be fine. I just need to leave for a few days. I have enough accumulated vacation time that no one should care.

[cleverendeavor]

Fire cannot be burned, Keigo. Nor can water be made more wet.

I care. You've certainly earned it.

[ooc: strike gone.]

[psych_insight]

But ice becomes stronger and more prohibitive as the temperature drops.

It's family business; we're still taking our vacation.

[just_congenial]

It possesses its own beauty, nonetheless. As do all seasons when looked at from differing perspectives.

[psych_insight]

In one view, autumn is beauty, color, the dance of falling leaves. On the other, it is the season of death, decay, the preparation for the harsh and unforgiving winter.

[just_congenial]

In another it is merely the season of sleep and winter is neither harsh nor unforgiving.

[psych_insight]

It is the blank white sheet upon which spring composes its melody of life.