Returning

The hum of life gets louder in the fall as the air chills and tea becomes a new ritual. It’s always interesting to me when the leaves change and school picks up, and the world around returns to a pattern of producing and moving and conversing and celebrating in a way that’s more alive and more hopeful. It feels daunting at the end of summer to think about going back to “all that.” But all that is alright, and sometimes, even great.