What the Light Was Like*

The light captivated me this morning. 

Winter's gray drizzle began in late August this year, effectively truncating our already abbreviated sun season. We'll have a few more lovely, light days, but not many. In fact, by early afternoon today's promising start had deteriorated to a November-like pall, sans the chill that usually accompanies the damp. The only clue appropriate to the season being this:

not needing a headlamp to walk home from the bus stop after work this evening.

It's taken living here in the Pacific Northwest for nearly a decade to appreciate that absence does indeed make the heart grow fonder.

*This title belongs to Luci Shaw. Check out her book by that name.

Things to Remember

Lately work has been more busy than I'd like. It's good work, but there isn't any time to think things through, or plan for that matter. In the midst of this season, I struggle to remember that it's not always like this. In fact, just a month ago, my employer hosted the organization's annual staff picnic at Carkeek Park where playing rather than working was the order of the day. In addition to the games and laughter, I enjoyed 

the novelty of standing above a quickly moving train

public art

and a few moments of quiet.

Plant Sitting

2.5 more months to go.

I sure hope it makes it.

Celebrating

A few of the fish from Les sardines - celebrating two years

Catnap

He looks happy, though appearances have been known to deceive.

Lounging

Sometimes there is more work than it seems possible to accomplish, but I get to come home to rest and allow my spirit to be restored before trying again tomorrow.