We’ve had to turn on the heat in the early mornings, which are staying darker, longer. Leaves of orange and brown rustle under the empty swings at the park, and when the wind blows through the trees they rustle as only dry leaves about to drop can. It’s official: autumn is here.
There’s something to be said for embracing the season for what it is, not trying to make it what it isn’t. Continue reading “Embracing the seasons”