The days are getting shorter and I think it's affecting my mood. I'm like a cat that needs to stretch in the sun. I don't want summer to fade away. It feels like it just got here and now it's departing. I blinked and now the sunsets, although beautiful, are coming earlier and earlier. My evenings outside are shorter and shorter.
Locusts sing to me now. I will admit that is probably my favorite sound of fall. It is somehow soothing as I wish those long summer evenings would stay. Now I must transition into the cooler days and longer nights. I must adapt.
My creative urge will surely spark. Trapped inside by the colder upcoming weather, I'll surely get that book written I've started. I'll knit on my loom. I'll still dance and I'll keep getting thinner. I will not allow fall and then winter to make me dormant. I'll do my level best to emerge as a beautiful butterfly with new wings in the spring.
I think I'll do some self hypnosis along the way to help me visualize some warm revitalizing sun.
Everyday is still going to bring me closer to my dreams...sun, wind, rain or snow.
CW



