September 6, 2013
Ahhh. Quiet briskness greeted me this morning. Cold enough to warrant the winter, heavy robe. Even though summer is the season that invites play activities and warm walking up to the ice cream store for an evening's entertainment, still--fall's arrival is welcome. There is an intrinsic survival marker in the change of season. I've made it through another year. All those incidents that I thought would be unsurvivable are behind me now. I could stay still and observe each leaf leave its tree; I've had enough drama to satiate. I'm alive and thriving. I'm grateful for this new season.