Quiet

Life has been quiet lately. While that is certainly not a bad way to live, I’ve debated what I want to share here so it seems like something is happening. I think that’s why my updates have gotten lazy and a little moody, like late afternoon in early winter. Luckily, the weather has cooperated and been just as quiet as life. I know most people refer to this in-between time as “stick season,” the ugly duckling time between beautiful fall foliage and winter blankets of snow, but I find it a time of subtle beauty. You can examine the skeletons of the trees that you live with all year, otherwise ignoring their structures until just now when there is little else to look at. You notice the few rattle-y leaves that still cling to the branches and the lichens that have taken up residence on the trunks. The light seems more dramatic against the subtleties of brown and gray and sharp hints of red and orange. It’s been unseasonably warm, which I don’t mind one bit. I would be perfectly happy if it stayed just like this another month or so…and similarly my life. While sometimes it’s so quiet around here that I fixate on the ticking of a clock like it is my heart, I am okay to remain in this peace for another month.

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