The nights are cooling down, the trees growing more spectacular by the day.
Excitement is in the air. It's in the song of the Canadian geese as they flock up, in the leaves as they dance to the ground. Even the dewdrops of the morning glitter as jewels in the sunlight. In a few months, my world will be frozen and dark.
Encased in ice.
I know that it's coming.
Like the squirrels, scurrying about, frantically stashing away acorns, I feel a bit desperate to take each and every moment of sunshine and joy and hide them away in my heart.
Keep them safe.
And I choose hope.