We find what we search for – or, if we don’t find it, we become it. – Jessamyn West
It’s become that rainy, gloomy, gray bath of Wisconsin fall and mud is its middle name. Dark is encroaching from both sides. The fall back of the clock this weekend will make little difference.
This is the time of year I zig zag, I go out and come back in sooner than expected. Too wet, too cold, too icky, too dark. Not nice enough to do what I want, when I want. I stay in bed longer in the mornings and go to bed or to reclining chair earlier in the evenings. It’s movie time, dream time, reading time, drawing time, inside lights on time, baking time, crock pot time and a time of rethinking and re-imagining.