What is it about the long shadows of fall?
There is melancholy, but also conviction, a bracing; an inner stirring to gather myself, furl wings, prepare for retreat; a leaving behind of something…one more chapter, one more year, one more tick of life’s clock.
Also mingled with that angled, evening glow, beauty vibrates to the ends of my limbs, a peaceful settling into nature’s rest. Long shadows are a harbinger of waiting, a long, patient pause before the next unfurling.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 30: 80 words, TOTAL = 4499; 51,082 remaining
Robin Clifford Wood is an award-winning author, poet, and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her children, grandchildren, and granddogs.