I love these mornings when a thin veil of fog hugs the ground in the fields. A fine covering of mist feels like a comfort to the earth - cool, gentle moisture held against the sun beaten ground.
The landscape is showing increasing signs of fall. A wall of green, a bank of sumac, both tinged with red. Sure signs of back to school. It used to make me feel wistful when I was a kid, still basking in summer freedom. But there was always that little stirring of excitement to begin anew - new class, new teacher, new me, new year.
Really, the beginning of school each fall feels a lot more like the new year than January 1st. Sometimes I feel like we all should be holding our happy new year celebrations around Labor Day weekend. I guess you could also make a solid argument for starting the year in the spring.
What the heck, we could just have multiple new year celebrations throughout the calendar year. It's always a good way to feel inspired to make a fresh start.
That is really the allure of sunrise. A fresh start every day. It is a wonderful time of daily meditation, a way to feel that you get to begin again, on a regular basis.
T is all packed, has said her goodbyes. In a few hours we are off to move her in to her new life.
thought for the day: apples and sunrise