autumn.

fall is a contemplative season.

once again i find myself apologizing to you, dear readers, that i have been gone so long. i've been busy putting my energy elsewhere, but finally, now, i've gotten back to my writing, something i've missed very much. the thing about expectations is that they can't be unrealistic. it takes time to readjust to new situations and new settings and as much as we'd like things to bounce back to normal immediately, they never do. so i must make peace with myself that things don't always run on the same time as my brain does.

after the energy and the burn of the summer months, i find myself wrapping into myself, preparing for hibernation, or at least nesting in attempt to create an inviting home. the heat has transfered from the outdoors in. similarly, the hearth of my heart has been stoked to a steady burn, something which i am more than thankful for, being that i had been waiting for the ashes to be cleared away for some time now. fall has brought soft scarves and hot coffee, fred observing the changing of the leaves on the parkway with his nose stuck out the window (and the heat in the front turned way up to counterbalance the open windows in the back), quiet nights huddled under the covers, and various pots and pans on the oven giving the aroma of something comforting (read: mac and cheese, lentil soup, apple pie, and homemade pizzas). this is the time of year i end up the most domestic. as i draw into the home, i think of family, old and new, and how much love i have in my life.