Tuesday, October 23, 2018 – Autumn Wind

Autumn…the year’s last, loveliest smile.

 William Cullen Bryant

October winds down, and change taps at the door.

I think about trying  a new thing—which really isn’t a new thing as much as it is an old thing wearing a different outfit. I consider switching up routines. I contemplate throwing intention up in the air and watching where it lands.

I cry a few tears—they slip from my eyes like pearls from a broken string. Some seasons are like that. Intention gives way to simply getting through.

Day ends with the comfort of flannel pajamas and a quilt and the blessedness of dreamless sleep.

Day comes early, in the solitude of darkness.

Begin again.

 

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