Calm and quiet, gentle mist rising from the water. It’s 47 degrees (F), very unusual for early September.
They said the big north winds would bring birds. I saw the posts online with radar images of millions of birds on the move.
Here this morning, it’s just quiet. Me and the turkey vultures and the killdeer and the baby bluebirds.

The hummingbirds are still busy at my feeder, or at least they were yesterday.
Nothing has changed, everything has changed. Isn’t that the way it is?
The seasons change slowly, not very noticeable day to day, and yet the leaves will be on the ground before I know it.

Sometimes our lives change in the blink of an eye, and sometimes it’s barely noticeable until I turn around and years have passed.

Kids are grown. Cars, homes, jobs have changed, and I still feel the same, though when I look in the mirror, I see a woman who is older.

As much as I want to see fall birds, I don’t want to hurry through my life. The days will pass far too quickly as it is without wishing any of them away.
I hear a noise behind me and turn to find four flickers on the ground. Fall migrants.
Turning back around, I see a few Franklin’s gulls float across the lake, and on the far side of the cove, there are four white blobs in the trees. Egrets!

The birds are coming, slowly, and some of them have arrived. Will they settle in and spend time with me, or are they just passing through?
Time will tell, and sooner than I think.
I turn and walk in the peaceful quiet, enjoying it for what it is right now.
May you find peace with what is right now, in whatever the moment holds for you.











When you started out with "September Morning", I thought you would immediately be thinking about this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aVLonpBtkH0&list=RDaVLonpBtkH0&start_radio=1
Finding peace in the right now. Indeed. Thank you for the beautiful reminders.