The days are getting shorter and it is now rather dark and even more quiet when I get up. I didn’t used to like the darkness, but I do now. There is a greater sense of stillness in the early morning and the stirring of a new day feels more subdued. I notice that during the bright and warm summer mornings, it was easy to place a myriad of things of my list of to do’s because the days seemed to be open ended and could drag on forever. But now, the sunlight is creeping slowly away and with it some things on my list of to do’s just don’t get done. And I’m OK with that. I like the feeling of time standing still that comes when light and darkness are balanced between night and day. I like the cyclical nature of the seasons and how each change brings something i like and desire but also something that ends and I miss.
I like the change of light and the new angled shadows of Fall. I like the cooler temperatures and seeing the seasonal bounty now available from a good harvest. I also see withering gardens that have put all their attention into producing an abundant crop and now are wilted and fading away without purpose. Soon the crops and stalks will die, be uprooted, then recycled back in the ground to prepare for next year's new seeds. The passing of time and the change of purpose is so stark and well represented in this season. It is like the last chapter of a novel; finally here, loose ends wrapped up, the end of an adventure and hum fading into silence.
It is quiet. It is peaceful. I can feel the balance of an ending and a beginning teetering in the juncture of time. It is breathtaking.
Fall
