Outside is a cacophony of play. The sound of late summer nights. Insects playing their song.
For some reason it makes me feel a bit melancholic. Like I’m mourning a season not yet gone.
Maybe it’s just fear of the unknown. Trepidation at throwing myself into a new life situation.
There’s also tender hope, the seasons will turn, and I’ll begin to learn. Taking the first steps on a new journey. Sowing the seeds of coming adventures. Part of me can’t wait.
As seasons turn, we
grow and learn, sowing mind seeds
that will sprout next spring.
© RedCat
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Mind seeds— great phrase!