This time of year, I follow light around the house like a puppy after its best friend. I am sun hungry, and I measure rays stretched across hardwood floors and count minutes of daylight like coins in a bank.
It’s easy to feel miserly, hoarding each minute of light, a bit bitter at the hours of darkness.
Much better to feel grateful and celebratory for the minutes I have. To delight in howsoever I choose to spend them.
I sit on the porch, cupping my tea, on watch as the sun recedes from view. Wrapped in a blanket against the increasing chill, I’m basking, sun on my face. Today’s last rays a deposit I took the time to make.
The light of faith and hope and prayer notwithinstanding, It is up to me, I think, to find my own light. Make my own light. Be my own light.
Live the light.
one hopeful year 
Thanks for sharing your autumn with us who don’t get those beautiful views. Although, I’m glad we don’t get the temps that go with it.
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Good morning Debby! What’s autumn like where you live? I’m trying to embrace the cold this year and view it as “invigorating!” : )
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Good morning. It looks mostly the same here year round. There are a few trees that turn color but usually not until January and then they don’t always lose their leaves. None in our neighborhood. The big magnolias, oaks, and pines are the same year round. Good luck with your invigorating thoughts. I wear hoodies when it’s 68*!
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LOVE magnolias! 💕
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