I still think it's summer, drummed further into my brain by the cadence of the rain dripping off the roof.
This change in seasons is screwing me up. My season of life changed in the middle of a calendar season, so only a few months in, I'm fighting the natural rhythms to change with the weather.
I have to get it through my brain that my season isn't changing; it's just coming forth. The "changing" of the season isn't complete yet.
Just like in nature, it doesn't happen overnight; it's a process.
For me, this is going to be a big one. I can sense definition on the horizon. Clarity. A calling, perhaps, of something bigger, more purposeful. And it's not just for me.
My new geographical location has given me new insights into my heart, as well as a view that stretches for miles.
I believe that the new perspective is crucial for this next season, for what's coming... to be able to see further into the distance than ever before.
There are hints of what's coming; just as with the change from winter to spring, or summer into fall.
The rush of color is always what catches my eyes. The beauty in the variations, the surprises; they never fail to mesmerize me.
An awareness of a new appreciation, a new understanding, a new level of comprehension.
Seeing that autumn is fighting so hard to get here, I'm anticipating the cool down.
And with that, I call it the "re-emergence", from hiding indoors all summer to escape the oppressive heat.
In the cool down, I always look forward to the fresh air, the new opportunities to be outdoors, and the reinvigorated desire to go.
Go be with friends, go be with people, to try new things...
...the possibilities are always endless at the beginning of a new season.
