Autumnal Equinox

On Tuesday September 22nd, we will be halfway between midsummer and the intense descent into the darkness of winter where a delicate balance in nature takes a pause and is hushed. Where the days and nights are of equal length.

We are now beginning to see the leaves fall in rusted muted tones with a slow passionate tumble, and we have already begun to feel the cold crispness in the dark nights that have arrived without the conscious knowing.



A light rain falls outside my window, and as I tap these keys I catch a glimpse of the mist that is moving off the mountain and dissipating into the thinness of the air.







It is a melancholy day with muffled sounds and dream-like movements. And as I venture silently into the retrospect and longing of memories past, I hasten a warning. Should you too find yourself endeavoring to enter your heady past, take heed my darling, as we were not meant to travel far, lest the revelations therein drive us mad.

Take the day as it is gifted, and be happy to live within the placid continuum of ignorance.
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