22/09/2022
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๐Even in Florida I can still smell when the time between summer and autumn arrives. Even though here it stays warm, first thing in the morning when it becomes light but the sun hasnโt yet broken across the horizon, that distinct feeling is in the air and that indescribable scent is breathed in. And I fall in love๐I canโt explain it, and I actually can describe itโฆbut you may not understand lol.
๐Even if I paid no attention, I would know because it stays dark longer in the morning and I get sick when the seasons change every year since I can remember. Last year at this time I was severely sick, so sick I didnโt care that the seasons changed, I just didnโt want to die yet (F U covid!)
๐Anyway, when the seasons began to transition this year and I walked outside early morning to water my plants, I felt it, and I breathed it in. And fell in love all over again, feeling blessed and giving thanks.
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๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ธ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐, equal parts day and night, the beautiful harmony between the flourishing part of life and the retreating part, the beginning of the dark half of the year, the waning quarter moon in terms of season, signaling it will soon be time for turning in, for about three months, grounding, resting, and healing underground to be reborn with the rising of the sun. Even as I write this, my life, obligations, responsibilities, and priorities are slowly changing, like the leaves slowly turning from green to red/brown - people, places, and things are shifting and/or falling away.
๐And I flow with it, not against. With grace and ease.
๐๐ฎ๐๐๐น๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐.๐