The Conversion of Seasons

Welcoming winter in the Midwest

Jennifer Furner
Nov 5 · 3 min read
Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash

My green rubber boots sink in the soft earth. The grass is vibrant, nearly neon; it brushes against my soles and is tangled with wet brown leaves that rustle but don’t crunch. As I march through the lawn, I pick up my feet higher than needed. I like the squishing sound.

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Essayist writing about writing, motherhood, and the 30-something experience. Michigander through and through.

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