Wednesday of summer’s final week. The transition to fall is underway. You can feel it in the air, in the light, in the way the days carry themselves.
Transitions are neither summer nor fall. They are their own thing. Uncomfortable sometimes, but also rich with possibility. The old has not fully ended. The new has not fully begun. You stand in the space between.
Honor this in-between time. It will not last. Soon you will be fully in fall. But now, in this transitional moment, notice what it feels like to be changing seasons.
What do you notice about this transition?