For the day to begin the night must end........
I wonder where that is, the beginning?
Is it when the sun starts to slice into the horizon, or is it when the birds wake and sing their morning chorus?
Like a thought that comes on waking, I'm conscious of the turning of the season, it feels like night is creeping into the daylight hours, stealthily, wrapping it's darkness earlier, catching me by surprise.
Suddenly autumn sheds red over the land, sprinkling gold leaves, making the beds of the creatures that yawn into the winter, finding their way deep into sleep.
As they hibernate, the candles are lit, the spices of mulled wine seep into the evenings and it's time to sit with the flames, as the laughing faces dance in the hearth, I reflect and wait for this season to sooth me, rest me. I reflect on what has been and let myself be sorrowful for those that have gone.
