For the quiet noticing that something is changing, even when nothing is being asked of you.
Hey you,
You can see it happening.
Mornings darker for longer.
Leaves resting on cars in the early light.
The colours beginning to change.
Evening arriving just a little earlier each day.
Summer is becoming autumn.
The season is turning.
And you can do nothing to stop it.
The strange thing is, this is not new.
The seasons have always changed,
without asking for anyone’s permission.
And yet, year after year,
we complain about the heat of summer,
we brace ourselves for the cold bite of winter.
But today, I find myself grateful
for the bridge of autumn and spring.
The in-between seasons.
A soft series of subtle changes
pointing gently toward what is to come.
Maybe this time,
I’ll meet the turning of the season with a smile.
And lean into the changes
with a little more grace.
— L.
The desk will still be here tomorrow.
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