It's late, and again, I am awake. My thoughts always come together at night...in the quiet. I lay in bed near the open window....taking everything in. Things that will soon be gone, replaced by the slumber of the ground, a chill in the wind and preparation for winter. I love this time of year. Crisp mornings, sun that shines to a cooler mid-day and harvest nights.
A cool breeze blows through the window, gently blowing the curtains. The rhythmic sound of crickets followed by the occasional night bird. Stars: bright and clear, shine in all their glory. The moon, shrouded in a small cloud sits just upon the horizon. An orange hue, fitting for the pumpkins it will soon watch over. Mint in my drier fills the house with a sweet scent. My children sleep, awaiting another autumn-like day. Harvest is definitely here.
There is a peace that comes with this time of year. God's blessings unfolding. The fruit of summer's labor. Color's become sharper. Scents fill the air. Life slows down...just a bit. There is peace.
I resist closing my eyes...tomorrow will come soon. But, the crickets and the breeze hold me captive. Thank you God, for little blessings.
No comments:
Post a Comment