I wonder if it's a part of the closing down of the year that causes this almost resentful acceptance of time and distance.
Winter's coming cold brings the chance for rest and reflection... we're forced inside with time to ponder the duration of a sleepless night or the reach of one's imagination.
Plus, there's time to learn a new trick or two with PhotoShop, but very little daylight for the taking of photos.
I love Autumn most as it comes; in the subtle changes of a September day and the endless stars that fill an October night. November for me is a time for looking forward... forward to feasts with family and frosty mornings with the hope of snow by day's end. There's the sharp air and the deep, dark cold of December ahead to contend with and the summation of another year and all its memories to be remembered.
Today is the day to walk with Autumn and to know it in your eyes and ears and with your entire being. Here it is. Here we are. Here I am. Here are the owls dueting in the black locust out back as I type, announcing the season and their intentions for the future.
The days grow short as the nights grow long...
How many days till Spring?
a return Visit
1 year ago