Darkness and Reality
A long quiet ride is a gift to the writer's soul. The silence allows the mind to contemplate and reflect on what has been, what is, and what is yet to be.
Re-entry to normal routine after three weeks of vacation has been much more difficult than anticipated. Arriving in New England on a cool fall night after the warm summer like weather in Italy was a shock to the system. A sharp reminder of what lies ahead in the months to come.
Even after a week at home, my mind still seems to be in Italy's time zone. No amount of sleep has cleared the foggy mind, and I wonder if it's all due to jet lag, or perhaps partially from the shorter fall days. The darkness in the morning has been almost unbearable; hard for the soul to awaken when it feels like the sun will never rise.
Mother Nature was kind enough to let some of the beautiful fall foliage linger until after our return. Even if it was not the peak of color, it's been enough to brighten the late October days. Every red, orange and yellow leaf awakens the spirit like a warm smile from a loved one.
As I stepped out into the quiet this morning, I heard the Loons calling to one another. They had much to say and their voices were carrying loudly across the water. I imagined they were making plans for the cold months ahead. I will miss hearing them call out in the early mornings and at dusk; the silence of winter makes my soul feel like it's in hibernation at times.
As darkness and reality take over, I will be thankful for any sunny, warm fall day that we are fortunate enough to experience. There will be time enough ahead to lament over the cold and snow. When that time arrives, I will bring forth the memories of the sunny, warm days in Italy; time spent with wonderful people; the flavors of great food, and amazing sights from ancient history.
Re-entry to normal routine after three weeks of vacation has been much more difficult than anticipated. Arriving in New England on a cool fall night after the warm summer like weather in Italy was a shock to the system. A sharp reminder of what lies ahead in the months to come.
Even after a week at home, my mind still seems to be in Italy's time zone. No amount of sleep has cleared the foggy mind, and I wonder if it's all due to jet lag, or perhaps partially from the shorter fall days. The darkness in the morning has been almost unbearable; hard for the soul to awaken when it feels like the sun will never rise.
Mother Nature was kind enough to let some of the beautiful fall foliage linger until after our return. Even if it was not the peak of color, it's been enough to brighten the late October days. Every red, orange and yellow leaf awakens the spirit like a warm smile from a loved one.
As I stepped out into the quiet this morning, I heard the Loons calling to one another. They had much to say and their voices were carrying loudly across the water. I imagined they were making plans for the cold months ahead. I will miss hearing them call out in the early mornings and at dusk; the silence of winter makes my soul feel like it's in hibernation at times.
As darkness and reality take over, I will be thankful for any sunny, warm fall day that we are fortunate enough to experience. There will be time enough ahead to lament over the cold and snow. When that time arrives, I will bring forth the memories of the sunny, warm days in Italy; time spent with wonderful people; the flavors of great food, and amazing sights from ancient history.
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