Happy walks observing the changes in nature, the way leaves let go, and flowers fade. Happy migration, and anticipation, happy harvests, preserving, gathering, and thanks. Happy mirth and levity. Happy sharing the plenty, warmth, and good will... it only increases when we give it away.
I may be setting too much store in this, my favorite time of the year. I may be making wishes that cannot come true, pining for a time, and places, that can't be reached, yet. This could be hiraeth, something I am prone to, something keenly felt, this year, especially. Nonetheless, happy... where I find it, where I make it, and pleased to share it. However short I may come up, whatever sorrows or setbacks shake me, I have eagerly awaited this season and I want to be in it, mindful, and glad.
With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.