As the days slowly get shorter since September arrived, I’m reminded of the fragility of time. A fleeting moment ago I was driving aimlessly around Montana and now I’ve returned to a stable routine, and my classroom.
My students are studying ancient civilizations and I can’t stop thinking how we are essentially, them. Maybe they couldn’t scroll on Instagram or stroll through Costco, but they cared about the same things we should.
Family, friends, nature, work, the stars, and inevitably, their next meal.
As the summer season slowly shifts into a welcomed fall, the leaves begin to remind us change is afoot. Gone are the 9pm sunsets, but cooler mornings are a welcome respite from a very, very hot summer here in Colorado.
The threat of wildfires is no longer a conversation starter and the hopes of snow flakes flying by Halloween has people speaking in a different tone. Fall is here.
New seasons always seem to arrive at the correct time and the changes they bring almost feel necessary, just not all at once.
Just like the moon phases, leaves begin their color shift and inevitable descent to the forest floor. It’s a stunning transition that never seems to last quite long enough.
We also wax & wane through phases of life, relationships, jobs, hobbies, and habits. Having free will means we get to choose why, when and where, but not always. Just like an Aspen grove, we are interconnected to the living organisms around us. The trees instinctually know how to share water; to share life.
Do we?
Mayfly Musings 
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