The weather has been uncharacteristically sunny and mild, lately. “It’s a lie,” I tell visiting friends.
But really it’s a gift. I’m trying to remember to look and appreciate.
This isn’t what I thought my fall would look like. I had a plan, then the plan had to change. I’m not going where I thought I was going. I won’t be doing what I thought I’d be doing. If I manage to accrete significant words in my manuscript over the next few weeks, I’ll be surprised. Doubt I’ll be around here much either, except perhaps for more photo posts.
But things need doing when they need doing. The words will come. And right now, I’m glad that while I’m thinking about everything I need to do, I can look at the leaves.
