Seasons

It’s approaching 9pm and has been pitch black for an hour at least.

It’s still in the 70s, even this late. The air feels relieved after the sunny 90 degrees of the day.

It’s September in the midwest. The days are hot and sticky and humid, but there are signs of fall approaching. The sounds of the first leaves rustling on the ground. Even a crispness to the cool air that smells like change.

The in between never lasts long enough.

And usually I don’t slow down enough to notice.

But tonight, I paused. I paused and noticed the air and leaves and change around me. I breathed in the fresh crisp air, and intentionally relished this change of seasons.

There is something about it that feels like a reset. It’s the close of the summer days and back-to-school rush, and the calm before the holiday season that awaits. In this moment, I appreciate that reset.

May we all allow ourselves the same reset.