Hot days. Very hot days. Humid and hazy and warm. Wonderful and worrying. Cutting beautiful, heavy and dreamy. Days when it felt like stepping into a different reality, a different dimension. I sank down into nature's magical, strange reality, marveled, was amazed. The silence was telling: the minimum tjirp, kluck and buzz attained my restless internal, swayed me calm, showing that everything is in order.
The transformation in progress. What I still don't know, I just know when I go in the wrong direction.
Now blows grey ruffled around the corner, a wind noting that autumn is here.
I bed down my sunlit soul in this last summer memory in the knowledge that the craft I go around in, my body is sturdy and strong enough to close the soul during the winter months. And maybe that's enough.