Best Shot Monday: Indian Summer

Posted on October 27, 2008 by Mishi | 21 Comments

The days are noticeably shorter and the nights are noticeably colder.  We wake up in the morning scrambling to put on socks and sweatshirts to keep warm.  Leaves are scattered in the yard, while the trees try to hang on to the rest, but it is inevitable, autumn is here.  The end of the year approaches, time never stands still.

I feel quieted around these times.  Maybe it’s the knowledge that the year is closing?   Though it’s probably the fact that [our] earth is preparing for dormancy.  And I feel I must, too.  There is no sense of urgency.  Words seem to get lost.  Like leaves they have fallen to the ground and have been swept away by the wind.

The afternoon sun of the Indian Summer warms up the hearth.   Innocent voices travel, laughter persists, tongues get twisted easily, and all the while my heart dreams of the new beginnings that are starting to unfold.   I long for the cold, winter mornings, when I will wake, slide into my sweater and slippers, and embrace my favorite mug of hot coffee.

And in those longings, you are there, and I am whole.   In those longings, I am there, and you are whole.

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