Each night gets a little chillier while the daytime temperatures fail to reach 80 degrees anymore. Though the grasses are still green, the best days of summer are behind us. The diminishing daylight reminds us that we are not in control of nature and we are best if we comply with the movements of the universe, but it unsettles the soul. We have an illusion that we are always arriving, but the world doesn't revolve around us.
The bright splendid flowers are giving way to more subtle late-summer blooms. Impatiens and petunias are struggling to carry on and the lilies have opened their petals for the last time. This transition goes mostly unnoticed as a deeper radiance ekes out of the forest depths. We mourn what was lost so we can embrace that which is becoming. Are we merely observers? Or are these gifts for us? Time answers most of our questions.
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