Driving to work lately has been a swirl of colors and textures, each day different. Part of the changing seasons. As much as I see beauty in it, I'm still hampered by seasonal thoughts. The trees, though shades of a favorite color, orange, still seem ugly to me. But a dry patch of leaves on the ground to crumple through reminds me of the bonfires we used to build when I was a kid. And so each day waxes and wanes with emotions of changes.
As the days shorten, I feel myself cocooning inward. Quietly absorbing life. Less chat and idle laughter. More contemplation. It is okay.