September offers a glow
a yellowed brightness before the plunge begins
plunge being the journey into cooler, darker days
lately I’ve had moments when I long for a cold, driving rain
I want to be chilled to the bone
frigid and fully broken because I sometimes believe it’s only then
well, just only then
I have, this year, made it a quest to be healthy
not that I haven’t in the past
but age and years in the sunshine offer new requirements
and so I obeyed and made multiple doctor visits
until a minor accident befell me, quite literally
no worries, all is well, but it finally took my doctor reassuring me
and worse for the wear I emerge a few weeks later
not complaining because all could be much, much worse
I am left with questions about my own intentions
who and what do I think I am and why
sometimes life simply happens and sometimes we create a life
most often I’d say it’s the later
I haven’t been able to write much as of late
well, not much to share
it’s normal, I’d say to go through dry spells
especially when our surroundings are so gray
fog engulfed my early Thursday morning and it’s symbolic, I’d venture
we just cannot see very far ahead right now
but we know, we know for sure winter will follow autumn
and the cold rain will fall
yesterday I received, in part, what I needed
creative inspiration
I’m labeling it a French day
mainly because I enjoy themes, silly perhaps
food, art, time with a couple friends, and a visit to my favorite wine shop
beauty, aesthetically and in thought
sometimes joy is momental
like the beads I’ve always enjoyed stringing together to make a necklace
it’s piecemeal
the hope, simply that hope
will again circle back
Upon a Sunny Day 