For me, it is the second wind of September. September 1 is kind of like my writing new year. And then comes the autumnal equinox, the official start of my favorite season — even though it will be in the 90s in north Texas.
I like the image above because it’s what I love about autumn: it is quiet and often a bit obscured. It’s a time when my mind craves [even more] silence, and deliberate slowness seems to take over — even though it’s also the beginning of the more active part of the year for me. (I hate being outside in the summer…give me fall, winter, and early spring year-round!)
And now, a return to the silence of a darker morning. Much like the trail above, there’s a path to finish walking with a bigger writing project and plenty more shorter trails to be walked.