Here's hoping the day is going well for all of you, here I am enjoying a sunny (albeit cold) September morning listening to the sounds of children running and playing a few yards away. Yet another great day to be alive! I watched the sun rise with quiet contemplation and sipped my tea, and I wondered how it had suddenly become so dark in the mornings, and how it had crept up on me. What other secret things are sneaking up on me, that I have not yet become aware of? The seasons, age, and health come to mind, all gradual, and most are inevitable. I try to think cheerfully of these things, and though I am very young I feel I have gained some wisdom through the marked passage of these changes and through being aware of them. Fall is the time of contemplation, the paused breath before the tumbling trial of winter. Time seems to slow, and we are introduced to old familiar experiences which hold some sentimental and perhaps melancholy feelings for us. The end of Spring, the falling leaves, the herald of darker and colder times. But whatever it means to you, it will always mean change to me. Change towards the hibernation of the greener things and the clean slate washed by the rain. Change towards slower times, quieter times, times when the light that shines within us radiates when the winter sun becomes dark with clouds, rain, and snow. The outside world becomes more barren, more inhospitable, but the human spirit is given the greatest opportunity in these times to show its honorable history of bringing hope and joy when we need it the most.
-Cailin
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