Not quite cold enough to bring in the sidewalk furniture.
But definitely the right temperature to be in a mood, to want to be somewhere else, to be moving, to leave it all behind and start over.
Or is it time to accept what is, to dig in even deeper, to relinquish the mobility of dreams and hunker down for the long haul.
It's the season of vague but pervasive melancholy, of antsiness, of general dissatisfaction.
Yes, it's that season of life.
And yet, there is an underlying sense of well-being, of comfort, of acceptance and gratitude; of revelling in the crisp change in the air, the russet colours that are just beginning to singe the green world; the settling down and the settling in.
Longing for what isn't--yearning for what could be--acceptance of what is--being well in the moment.
Push and pull. Yin and yang.
Welcome to my world.