The air is cool. The leaves are beginning to transform from the greens of summer to the earthy, bright colors of fire.

Sky is swallowed by gray and the days of rain guide me into a slow and deep rhythm. When the sun appears and reminds me that it is not far away, I run outside to catch its warm and joyful gift.

Increasingly swift,

The temperature rests low and we cozy in under a pile of blankets.

My attention turns to things of comfort. Mugs of thick hot chocolate. Yarn. Fabric. Creativity. Books. Sleep.

This season brings to me an unexpected challenge,

a struggle to care about the consequences of my actions.

Convenience and warmth sit so easily next to my water soaked, clean clothes. I want to put my clothes in the dryer.

I don’t care.

I sigh.

No matter how much I want to I just can’t shake that I do care. I will hang my clothes to dry. The fan that allows me to borrow its gentle breeze for these cold and wet months treads much lighter than the dryer for which I yearn.

Autumn moves about with a gentleness. I will try to do the same.

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