August 2, 2015
Birmingham
The heavy, green weight of a still summer day blankets the earth...a gentle breeze sneaks through but hardly nudges the leaves aside. Seeds spilled, young raised, new life has taken shape. ..contented with a job well done the world dozes in the heat.
In the midst of stillness, change is stirring in it's den. I'm trying to detect the exact moment that this occurs...when momentum gathers, breaking the stasis with it's first tumble into fall. Will a hitch in energy occur...long before colored leaves signal autumn to the world? Do I have such subtle signs to my own impending change...should I rouse my drowsy self to acknowledge them?
