Our days shorten, sunlight slanting through the windows of our home later in the day. This is the time of year when I feel as if I am chasing sunlight throughout our house, moving from room to room, avoiding the shadows. This is when I find it more difficult to rise in the mornings, to greet the day.
I love the chill in the air, the turning of the leaves from verdant green to brilliant red, orange, yellow, and...yes...even brown.
For the warmth of a woolen sweater pulled close around me.
The weight of soft blankets, lulling me to sleep.
The aroma of soup simmering on the stove.
Those heady scents, heralding the coming winter.
The anticipation of the first snowflake.
I love the rhythm of the seasons. The transition from one to the next never fails to enchant me. And so, as hard as this season can be, as much as I miss the long summer days, I embrace it.
Because there is always a light at the end of the tunnel.
Sharing Nurturing Thursday with Becca.