Quiet Entrance

I walked outside today and immediately felt a familiar sense. I smelled a familiar smell. It was Autumn making it's quiet entrance. Sometimes it bangs in loudly, rattling the dishes and stirring the baby from it's sleeping. This year, it's entrance has been quiet, softly stepping through the house, trying not to let us know it's here. Still I felt that sense today, of summer's inevitable end.

Then, as I arrived at work, a series of thoughts brought me back from my day dreams of my new relationship. Thoughts about my life now, and it's complexity and it's transition. I want things to be smooth, to flow as they should so nothing bumps more than it has or has to. I don't know that it will work that way, or easily.

So I thought i'd take a moment here to mourn the passing of my favorite season. The season of outsides and life and movement and sunshine. As we enter autumn and then winter and into those places where we need to shed our own light because the light of the world is dim for the moment. In this place where the sandals are packed and the beach ball is deflated, I languish in thoughts of next summer.