This evening summer will slip away. I'm not in the least sad about this. I am deeply rooted to the American midwest and love all four seasons. I vibrate with the cycle as each season shifts, sometimes with quiet subtlety.
It has become a tradition, standing in the middle of our road looking west as the sun sinks to the horizon on the last day of summer. A way to honor Mother Nature's rhythms, so deeply a part of my own.
And the night sky is amazingly new now, stars and planets moving into view.
It's sweater weather, steaming mugs of tea, soup on the stove, bread in the oven. Wishing you the joys of autumn.