This is the autumn that forebodes the winter which will surely bring cold nights and days of treacherous winter driving.
The multi colors in yards and hanging preciously from trees will give way and at some point, snow will fully usher in winter. Already the mornings are lighter, and dark become my journey home.
This is the time of introversion — not just being alone, but solace.
By winter the quiet will remind me just how along I am most of the time. Snow can be so beautiful but so stark at the same time.
I like quiet time, but I can get lost in too much of it. My heart and my soul ache at such times. The quiet I sometimes enjoys turns on me and I feel quite small and inconsequential.
Michael Allyn Wells - notes & musings