The cattails have gone paper white and the sky rolls into the blinding blue of September.
The witch tree has gone gold
and the summer grove is bleeding reds.
I walked the creek today and found several spots deep enough to swim in, one was so deep that I stood in it waist-high. Of course, it is too icy for swimming now. I was numb to the thighs by the time I finished. Impossibly, I saw the darting of a fish, somehow swimming against the current and away from me.
I have almost finished my sweater, but I am unhappy with the sleeves, so I will be unraveling them to start again.
I finished a gift for a friend. It is blocking now, and I'll wrap it up to send in the next two weeks.
I am working on Christmas gifts. I'd like to stay ahead of the panic I always feel around the holidays. I'm hoping that by starting earlier, I'll get more done. Of course, it might just mean that I think I should do more. We'll see.
Dan and I went on our first camping trip/hike last weekend. I'm still rolling those memories around in my mind. There are no pictures to share because we needed to travel light. I saw the Milky Way spread across the entirety of the night sky, and I made my first campfire! I struggled with shortness of breath that hike, and have had some fleeting chest pain off and on since. I'll be calling my cardiologist this week, I guess.
I'm working on keeping my balance as the season changes. I'm reading and writing. I'm spending time lost in my journal as I sit by the creek watching all of the changes. I have two stories being published soon, and I have a list of those awaiting decision. I try not to worry about them, as they will either be accepted or they won't. I've done my best with them.