This wonderful orb, this planet on which we live, its seasons...the life it provides.
Fall may be figurative at this time, yet it is coming, perhaps upon so many, so late, and for others, not soon enough.
Times of harvest
Times of new blooms
Times of changes of color
Here, the chill is noticed before dawn - not much thereafter.
When the metal lawn furniture has a chill before sunrise.
Or, the dew has returned when wet doesn't necessarily equate to overwhelming humidity.
Is September the sign of Autumn?
It is in the plant world, somewhat.
Many plants will begin to retreat, shed and cower, more so in late fall or winter...readying for next Spring.
There was a time when we did so as well. We relaxed.
And, our spirits...we renewed relationships, routines and expectations...expected the unknown...embraced such.
We are now afforded the wonderful mornings and anticipate the comforting changes.
Coffee becomes more satisfying in the morning and wine even more so approaching the evening. The chill warms us.
Family becomes friends and friends become family.
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