autumn equinox




“To men like that, time was a surfeit, a barrel they watched slowly drain. When really, he thinks, it’s a glowing puddle you carry in your hands; you should spend all your energy protecting it. Fighting for it. Working so hard not to spill one single drop.” 

(Anthony DoerrAll the Light We Cannot See)

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The light, diffused as it was by the soft sweetness of summer, has regained it sharp, shadowy shape when it streams into the house; it is such a welcome sight. Welcome back, shadows.

Happy autumn equinox, friends!

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