I woke up earlier this week to a different kind of morning. Nothing drastic or earth shattering, but I noticed that the air was cooler, much cooler than the summer mornings that had preceded this one. I said to myself, “this is it, the change of seasons is upon us.” It was as if a fever had broken. There was a feeling of relief from the hot and humid days of July and August. There was a crispness to the air instead of the usual heaviness. The days are getting noticeably shorter and I grabbed a light jacket on the way out of the door to keep the chill at bay.
As nature traverses through its four seasons, I believe that there is a human seasonality. Having grown up on a farm I have been attentive to the transitions from winter to spring and summer to autumn most of my life. I learned to appreciate the grueling and long days of summer as we cherished the long days because we had so much that needed to be done. And, although I have never been fond of the limited hours of daylight that come with winter’s arrival, I recognized at a young age that the rest and solace of those days were a welcome and needed change of pace from the rigors of summer.
As I have evolved through life I have come to know that I too go through seasons. I became very aware of this over the past two years as