French la Vie

Summer lingers longing to stay like children on the beach who run and play and do not want the day to end.

Autumn beckons, with a gust of wind, calling of clouds, a collective coolness in the morning and far after when the sun goes down. Summer holds on refusing us to keep our coats on after ten and tempting us to go to the sea and jump in.

Indian Summer a fortunate gift a gentle letting go and letting be.

Leaves are falling, the pumpkins and grapes have been cut from the vines, the last figs, chestnuts and clementines count the days until their turn arrives and adorn our tables.

And this season, this year, this day, this hour, this moment…eternity unfolds with an unseen hand taking us further along the way with the magnitude of wonder.