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.

 

Word wrangler. Photo taker. I'm here early every morning with one of my photos and a few simple words. | Nulla dies sine linea: not a day without a line. | Coram Deo: in God's presence

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