In searching we so often come across that something else of interest. This has gotten me days of research, poems, notes for fiction, and just plain enjoyment. September adds the walks in the woods, the dog romps, and the dreams of other days. And of course, new books to buy. And old ones to pause through. In books where I’ve made notes or started whole conversations, I often reply to myself or do indeed take note. Somethings I need to relearn. Others remind me where I once lived in my mind and how far away from that state of being I have become.
And then here I am once more, in the light of golden days.