The heat outside renders everything a faded golden wash and I am left with dreams of the coming fall as I watch it from afar----or near, in my sheltered home. Yet, I dream of making corn husk dolls, Halloween decorations, scrumptious apple creations. Of fall's pumpkins, and tall sunflowers bending under the weight of birds pulling at the seeds in their middles. Of children with backpacks on their way to school. The memories of my son, two-years old, holding leaves the size of his cherub face.
And those earth-toned leaves quaking in the air before releasing themselves into the sky to perform one last dance. Breathing deep the tell-tale air of fall; the briskness that ushers squirrels into hollows and geese into Vs. Fall, that announces the winter to come through its breezy winds. And the frost that spreads once again upon the grass, like last year's lace afghan. That's what I dream of while guiltily hiding away in my air-conditioned house. And I try to remind myself of my daily mantra: find the good in this moment. In the moment. Grattitude. Grace and acceptance. Even this sweltering heat offers up its lessons and its pleasures.
