It is the time of year when the earth gets moody. There are days—like this one, where she presents us with a visage marked by a heavy, almost bruised countenance. Yet, this annual tilt away from her sun is something she has practiced for longer than any of us can count. This is her nature.
Still, all of her creatures are affected by this mood. Longer nights, cooler days, we retreat to our burrows and await the sun's return.
Life pulls inward and quiets down. I see the pause, as life prepares to take a rest and ponder it's next step. I see the passing of what is done, finished, spent and I let go.