It was cold this morning.
So cold, Jared closed a window in the kitchen and turned off a fan.
And so I must accept the fact that summer is over.
It’s been over for several weeks, but sometimes my acceptance of such things is slow.
Like a cold jar of molasses.
Now, I must do the work. Move the sewing machine off my desk, and do the work.
The work is good, and I am thankful for it. It helps me drink in the slow, sweet moments.
ps: thanks for the wisdom, Bill.