I face the realities of the autumn's soon-coming all around me. I write a check, and the date seems unbelievable; August is slipping away, and I grieve it. The corn-on-the-cob season is nearly ended in our garden, much too soon as usual. That one remaining robin looks lonely on the green, green lawn. Does she miss the noisy morning banter, the evening ruckus of her dozen or so cohorts as I do? (But it will be nice not to have the roosting evidence splattered beneath the tree that overhangs the driveway!!)
But I am finding that the realities of these changes call me to a bigger picture, a broader understanding -
I am being pulled toward eternity.
All seasons, ALL seasons, do eventually come to an end – and then there is So. Much. More. I'm finding the element of changelessness about the coming realities of life "on that side of now" to be refreshing, reassuring and extremely comforting.