Time moves on

Waking to velvet black mornings lately. The last couple of days rainy and cool. Leaves are falling here already. Summer has turned the corner in our mountains. Harder to wake up and earlier to bed.

The changing rhythm of the season encourages and cultivates a slowness. Fall is usually my favorite time of year. Softer, slower, smooth worn edges, muted color, and dampened sounds. Fall gives a sense of lingering time, not so urgent and demanding, but not yet over. Just right.

Have a great day.