Today is the first day of fall. I don’t know about you, but I’m not really ready for fall just yet. Judging by some of my concerns I’ve shared with you this past week, I’m not really good with change lately.
We did have one unseasonably warm day last week and I took the girls downtown to the docks to soak in the last bit of summer before it vanished for the year.
We stood there watching the fishermen pull in their catch. Seagulls flew overhead hoping that the fishermen would toss the remnants of the cleaned fish their way.
It was a beautiful time with the girls. A simple pleasure really. We just sort of hung out and watched the comings and goings of the pier. Certainly it’s one of the benefits of living in a coastal town. There’s a lot to see.
I let the girls stretch their legs for a bit. They chased the gulls while looking for cast off crab legs that the gulls left behind from their lunch. Sort of gross if you ask me, but infinitely interesting to my girls.
After playing for a bit, we sat down at a picnic table while the girls caught their breath. During that quiet moment Leela looked up at me and said that she was sorry that summer had to end.
I shared with her that I was sorry too. As much as I adore fall, winter comes too quickly here in the northeast. And between you and me, I have a hard time in the winter.
But for today I’m going to shrug that off and focus on the fall, as fleeting as that may be. There is so much joy to fall. Lighting fires, baking pies (once I recover from the last pie endeavor), snuggling down into fleece sheets and down comforters…
There’s lots of comfort to fall. And considering how short it is, I need to pay attention to it lest I blink and it’s gone.
It’s so hard to stay in the now. Don’t you think? Sometimes I have to force myself to stay in the moment. To enjoy what’s here today, and not worry about tomorrow.
Do you struggle with that too?