Summer is quietly drawing to a close.
The last few days have carried gentle hints of it, warmth lingering in the air, but this morning I was woken by the loudest thunderstorm. The kind that reminds you the seasons are shifting whether you’re ready or not. The ground is soaked, yet the air still holds that late-summer warmth.
Change is here.
Leaves are beginning to shed, colours softening and turning. Nature never resists its renewal, it adjusts, releases, prepares for what’s next.
There’s something comforting in that rhythm.
Life is much the same. Forever renewing. Forever recalibrating.
It’s the last day of the work week and it’s a hectic one, but I’ve taken my lunch outside in the yard. Sitting amongst the beauty of it all, even briefly, feels grounding.
Grateful for the pause.
Grateful for the season.
Grateful for the steady forward.
The Lady in the Back Row 
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