There’s a shift in the season.
I think it’s the light. The sun comes up a little later,
the sun goes down a little faster.
Cotton candy colored clouds that have baked a little too long.
Fall is just around the corner.
Normally I would be in level code red nesting mode.
I’d be plotting fall decor, Halloween costumes.
Instead I’m packing.
I hope we have a roost to land in soon.
But I find myself noticing things I normally overlook.
Like the somber calls of the crows over the lake.
The crackle of leaves on the driveway.
All those subtle hints that I normally pay no attention to
because I’m too wrapped up in spray painting pumpkins,
or buying mums at the market.
This little crew of mine is uprooted.
But it’s for a good cause.
We’re ready for a change. We need this.
You know how sometimes you just know that something needs a shift?
I’m hopeful this house will be that shift for us.
I’m trying to roll with the punches and enjoy the hints of fall.
I’m trying to take time to hang out with my sister and sweet
brother-in-law. We’ll soon be on the other side of town.
That makes me sad.
Fall is coming.
Summer is closing.
Our house is almost a memory.
Cotton candy colored clouds baked a little too long,
I’ll always be reminded of this time in our lives when I see them.