I’ve often felt like summer flows by like a quiet river ending in a raucous waterfall of jubilant activity that Fall carries in with the wind. If you try to brace yourself properly (i.e. plan, prepare and schedule), you miss the moments to reflect and appreciate the scenery. Nonetheless, the notion we were nearing the edge has been inching closer to the front of my mind.
Then, this week happened. The right words to say have eluded me. But it has been all about the circles, the cycles, the seasons. In one of the tiny microcosms of the great universe, there was death, there was birth, and there was new beginning.