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)


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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