The winds will blow their own freshness into you,
and the storms their energy,
while cares will drop away from you
like the leaves of Autumn.
It is cooler here in Central Oregon this morning along with that fall descriptor “crisp” and it’s hard to think summer is actually leaving. The hummingbirds are leaving, the fawn’s spots are gone, and soon we’ll hear the geese honk. John Muir loved all the seasons and so do I – however the transition is bittersweet at first.