Last night. Summer’s last evening, its last breath—air motionless and muffled, dripping thick with so much moisture it was like breathing underwater. The full moon failed to pierce the veil, her muted glow amplified the silence in macabre perfection.
I woke this morning to the blessed breath of Autumn, kindly blown in on a continuous North-North-Westerly breeze. Big, fluffy, bright white cumulus clouds ride that current in a steady stream across high pressure blue skies—a fifteen degree drop in temperature, my gratitude is abundant!
Time marches on. One moment it’s heavy and suffocating, the next you can breathe. You must have the former to appreciate the latter. Life is balance. As much as I loathe the platitude, “this, too, shall pass,” it is a great Truth. Focus on the good, be thankful for every moment and be kind.
Peace.
