I see I bring my assumptions with me to this cloudy time, this on-going moment of transition. I notice that the sorrow that wells up is for me rather than for the leaves or the coming dark time. And in that sorrow, I am more likely to be present to the limitations of age rather than attuned to its blessings.
Oh, there is so much here, such richness to mine in the occasional and increasing discomfort of my body; such unaccustomed patience that brings me to sit with my old, familiar story of haste and certainty as it dissolves into a comforting blend of experience and acceptance.
Life brings opportunities to learn and learn again, and long life brings even more chances. If I let it, I can continue to journey, through autumn and winter and perhaps even again to spring. You never know.