Today feels like fall. I was able to get out of bed at sunrise and have some coffee before my run this morning.
I don't know if it is something in the air, but I am feeling very grateful. The conifer trees aren't changing (they don't), but are displaying brown dead spots, and on the hills from far away... they have an amber tint to them. It reminds me of fall, and happy halloweens and warm fuzzy feelings.
Seasons are interesting that way. We seem to LOVE them so much. I see it on Facebook, folks getting all worked up over pumpkin spice-everything and cozy things. Is this an old world tradition we can't shake? I hope so, and I want it to stick.
What if this were a feeling we could cultivate year round? What if we were excited about every day in this way? It might change the world.
For now, I'll settle for four times a year, somedays its the best we get.