And so here we are - my season. I enter into this time full of nostalgia, full of a sense of
understanding of the cycles that have preceeded me. After 41 Autumns I no longer try and figure out why this season affects me like no other...why I feel the hum of ancient rhythms...why I feel compelled to store food away...tidy up my nest...sweep my hearth.
I just do. I welcome this time - this time of dark, for the promise of quieter days and clarity of thought.