The season of dark is upon us. Best to simply allow; resistance is movement away from what is.
When I slow enough to notice, everywhere I look there is light. The sky is slate grey–some might even say sullen–yet it is infused with a subtle glow. Light pierces through the vivid trees in their blazing autumnal color. The rain wets the leaves on the ground, and each leave has a spot of bright reflection.
Light upon light upon light…
© Skye Blaine, 2011