For those of you in Southern California you know, it hasn’t felt much like fall here. Now I’m not complaining, not in the slightest. At this point in my life, I’m happy to report, I have no complaints. 🙂 I mean, how could one complain about a 75-85 degree fall?
But I can’t help but feel a little melancholy as I muse on a few things that have fallen this year: a couple of dreams, a tree I adored, a love, two important friendships. But I also can’t help but see reflections in the puddles of the mess, light bouncing back from the murky water and I know I’m moving forward as I’m meant to. I have no complaints. All is as it should be.
Peace. Purpose. Reflections in puddles. And 80 degree days in November. Life is good.
Photo taken in Manhattan, New York, April 2010. Camera and film type unknown.
