The golden light of autumn filters through the trees in a different way than the sunny shades of summer. I watch the seasons turn from a chair in my garden, cycling through year upon year of new growth, setting seeds, and winter's dormancy.
It all gets repeated, and yet, none of it is ever exactly the same. There are wet years and dry years, abundant years and those that are a struggle. Birds come and go, often the same species we've always seen, and occasionally, new friends join our flock.
We learn, we forget, we reminisce and carry on. New earth is turned, soil nourished, water sprinkled. And always, the waiting. Always something to look forward to, even if it is only just tomorrow. That new day, new dawn, fresh start that keeps us getting out of bed every morning.
The older I get, the more I relish the colors of daybreak. There is something to be said for greeting each day with hope and possibility. And also something to be said for sitting silently and watching as the sun slips beneath the horizon, knowing it is on its way to someone else's morning.
I have rushed through much of my life these past few years, but these days, I am finding my way towards stillness. I let the sun be my guide and the moon my dance partner. I step outside as often as possible, even if only for five minutes. All those minutes add up into hours and days as life marches on.
I have more patience now. I don't need it all at once, I can sit here and wait, doing nothing but taking it in, this wonderful world all around me. Watching, listening, content.
The golden light of autumn filters through the trees, and I have grown into the skin I live in.
And I have to say, I think this shade looks quite lovely on me.