Listening to the Seasons
I stepped outside early this morning and noticed the light has begun to shift. There is a subtle, quiet crispness in the air, a gentle whisper that the season is turning once again. Nature never rushes these transitions.
I stepped outside early this morning and noticed the light has begun to shift. There is a subtle, quiet crispness in the air, a gentle whisper that the season is turning once again. Nature never rushes these transitions.