Snow in November. The chill of autumn has come to us late. Slushy mounds grow on the leaves–usually gone by now.
Seasons of life blend together. Aspects of one last longer than expected. Pieces of another filter in sooner than we anticipate. A usually brown season has more color this year. Hardy leaves of orange, yellow, and red hang on, refusing to let go.
Blended seasons bring a chilled summer day or a spring thaw in January.
We yearn to hang on to this season. Or we hope time will pass more quickly so we can get to the next thing–the next piece of fleeting time that will take us to yet another.
Linger today in the chill or the warmth. Let the season that is now remain. It will pass soon enough.
A lesson to myself.