I love Saturday mornings in the country!
I had to let go of something today. Something significant to me. Much like trying to remember and capture a dream before you lose the memory and the feelings, I am attempting to capture the internal happenings within my soul over letting go.
I open my front door on this chilly morning. I was not expecting chilly. Usually, it is just flat out humid. I am quite suspicious of this cooler weather. It is the middle of September in the middle of Georgia and cool, calm weather during this month is not to be trusted. I am sure there is an awful storm or two waiting to hit, and there are still a few more scorching, sun-burning days left in the summer season. Summer has a way of acting as if it is angry that it must acquiesce to Fall.
"I am immensely grateful for this pen!" I say to myself as a start writing this story.