A Time For Rest

The fall equinox. This time of year always brings out a restlessness in my spirit. Anyone else feel that way? In our part of the world it's the start of Autumn. She prepares the earth for rest. I'm not ready to rest, nor am I ready to let summer go. Maybe, the flock of geese that flew over our home today feel the same way. If I could, I would join their gathering and fly away with them. Perhaps, I would dance with them above the clouds where the sun always shines. I fly in my dreams sometimes, but I always wake up too soon.

Birds are migrating now, hundreds of millions of them are in the sky right now over our heads. They'll fly all night long. Many won't make it to their destinations. For those that do, many more won't make it back in the spring. It's a long and dangerous journey for such small creatures. In a few more weeks the woods around our home will seem empty and quite. The few that remain are the guardians, the gate keepers. Tough little neighbors that hold down the fort until spring brings with her old friends, new colors, familiar songs and frantic activity.

This morning I was driving as it was getting light. The little valley I drove by was shrouded in a low mist that flowed around the contours of the hollow like a languid milky river hiding those deep mysterious places where the sun was never allowed to rest. Soon now, the mornings will become crisp and the mountains transformation to a vivid fall palette of reds, oranges, golds and browns will signal the beginnings of winters sleep. I hope it's a light slumber

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