I love late summer/early autumn days when a sweater over a t-shirt feels divine, when the wind lilts across my cheeks like music, when the sun slants more softly in the early morning, and night falls sooner.
The softness of this time of year blankets me.
And because my thoughts are whispers today, I scheduled a therapy appointment for tomorrow evening.
The stillness will not take me today, and I will love, with all my heart, one final time for you. For me.