Friday night. At home. Alone.
Summer is over, or at least it’s beginning to end.
This is my favourite season. The transition.
As much as I’ve lived and loved this summer – it’s youth, it’s heat, it’s free spirit…
There is a side of me which always longs for the fall – it’s maturity, it’s quietness, it’s call.
This is when I contemplate. This is when I face my direction and desire.
I’m alive. I’m happy. I’m tired.