The intense light of summer’s high noon wanes as September approaches. There is a moment in time when the full bloom of summer’s fruition peaks for an instant and then begins to fade. Eventually, autumn’s changing landscape will herald the inevitable arrival of winter with the unveiling of her skeletal, yet beautiful remains.
Those who read my posts know that I am very fond of metaphors and to my way of thinking, there is no greater metaphor for life’s journey than the changing seasons. This year I’m poignantly aware of autumn’s arrival. As August moves closer to September I am approaching the final year of a decade. I’ll be sixty-nine in a few weeks. Technically, that means I’ll soon begin to live my seventieth year. READ MORE