September is here.
Shadows lengthen. Skies take on the brilliance of sapphire at just the right time of day. Fall prepares for another appearance.
School is in its second week. We seem to be settling into a routine before things change again. Because that’s what happens. Things change.
September brings a hopeful tension to me. The beginning of September makes it doubly so, since those single-digit days have returned. The hopeful part is that fall will be ushered in in all of its glory. The tension enters when no amount of pumpkin spice can cover up inevitable heartache and disappointment.
There is the hopeful of setting intentions. Waking early. Stretching. Following a routine. Planning.
Sapphire blue skies.
There is the tension of unintention. Oversleeping. Shutting down. Falling behind. Scrambling.
Yea, though I walk . . .
Fall brings a hopeful brilliance before the fading into winter.
It’s still summer, though. There remain several days to stay present in that instead of rushing ahead to the next season. The next season will come, ready or not.