A magical thing, and sweet to remember

It’s so beautiful outside these days. We do have an autumn here, contrary to popular belief. It’s a little more subtle than in other places, but you can see it if you are looking. The wind is a little crisper, a tree every once in a while turns color, and flowers have turned to berries and pods. The goats are getting friskier and their coats have begun to get shaggy. The beaches are less crowded than they were.

Autumn to me is the season of change, of excitement, of passion and possibilities. That first nippy breeze feels like driving up to the airport, luggage in hand, with a ticket to the most exciting place in the world. Anything can happen, and it will all be wonderful.

I’m trying to catch up with the season this year. But part of me seems stuck in an interminable summer of long, sticky days, where the effort to move is almost more than I can do. In many ways, this has been the most difficult few months of my life. Coming on the heels of all the stress and disappointment of the business failing and moving back from Italy, being sick for so long has completely depleted me, physically and emotionally.

I need to write something cheerful and uplifting here. Something to inspire myself and give myself perspective on everything that has happened, and everything I’ve learned. But really, all I can do is keep holding on, enjoying the little moments and knowing that the morning will come someday.

I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.

‘We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,’
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
– Oliver Herford