Yesterday the drumming monk walked by my house, singing this time. Either there is something Very Significant about his return or maybe he just lives nearby.
This morning, I saw my breath on the porch outside. I was standing there next to it. I'm not ready for cool or cold weather but there is a seduction going on in the way the air is cooler and easy to breathe, the flowers are brilliant, and the shadows are getting longer. I'm being lured into a new season that it hard to resist.