A Little Light Fantastic

The light in August
shoots linear lines
of spun gold
into the gardens of our souls
producing unique, varied fruit
a joy to behold.

I love this time of year in Western Washington.  I wake up to autumn mornings, followed by summer afternoons, culminating in still-long, warm evenings bathed in shafts of nuanced August light.

May gratitude become my daily practice, it’s shafts of nuanced light become the grace I need to believe that all is well. Regardless.

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