Cozy Moments on the Cusp of Autumn
Nostalgia and new beginnings…
Summer is inevitably blending into autumn where I am, and I feel like I’m coming back to myself again.
My thoughts are filled with memories of the past and childhood and how irreversibly fast life is going by.
There is a strange kind of sweetness in my thinking, interlaced with a tinge of nostalgia. Summer is at its last breath. The talk at the farmers market is that a season of harvest is upon us.
Grey clouds are finally swelling up with rain after a long dry season. I can see wild birds restless, eager, painting the sky black in the distance, awaiting their journey south.
I had forgotten how much I love this gloomy, humid, melancholic beauty of late summer. I don’t want to rush seasons just yet — greedily savoring each scent, sound and flavor while it lasts.
But I still can’t resist autumn’s distant call. I can feel it coming. And I am here in quiet but eager anticipation.
Strong late August winds brought change. This August served as a reminder to me that time is relentlessly moving on. I can almost feel each minute pass by. This is a reminder to me to slow down — something I still struggle with.
