Sun and shadows move coyly across the hills
the maple trees shimmying in the breeze
provocatively lose pieces of their colorful ensemble
as they bring this season’s dance to an end
the soft, brown hills, lying dormant
are giants awaiting the first rains
eager to don gowns of green
fast-moving clouds whisper as they slide past
“Get ready, the winter dance will soon begin.”

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Follow Your North Star
This past month has been one where I’ve felt a little lost, even while I felt like I knew exactly where I was going. I did all the ‘right’ things; crossing all the T’s and dotting all the I’s but I felt a little empty and inadequate at the end of every day. Too much on my plate and no brakes to say ‘no.’ I was sorry every week to miss the opportunity to say ‘Hey’ to you guys.