A SOFT GOLDEN HAZE

  Standing silently, I watch the lowering sun through the tall grass.  The foliage is no longer green as August nears to an end.  Nature's mysterious forces have been at work in every leaf, stalk, and flower awakening autumn's rich amber tones and golden undergrowth.  The untamed solitude of this place is disturbed only by the rustling of dried grasses blowing in the wind and the flight of a crow heading to roost.

The earth is ever changing. Decay and rebirth are inherent in the each season, but autumn seems to display them most outwardly....as if to beckon us into a new state of being.  August drifts slowly and melts into September, allowing us to hold on to the fading summer light as we begin to accept the brisk days ahead.

Live everyday as though it were your last,

Sally