Transitions
Deeper into autumn we plunge. What awaits, behind fading hues once rousing, is a seasonal evolvement trending toward threadbare. Still, a sense of mystery persists in the restless air no matter how familiar the annual proceeding. Gripping is the transition of nature’s stagecraft.
Below, unbroken are the winds that rustle crinkly memories scattered afoot. Amidst this whirl of time and mounting nip, autumn’s story must inevitably segue from vividly pleasing to one soaked in melancholy. Nonetheless, aloft in unseen eddies is a light that shines bright for all seasons.
Its countenance remains resolute – pointing the way through tidings deemed favorable or foreboding. For the winds of change beset not the lighthouse. Rather, a sentinel’s guiding beams push forward through time and tide to the other side where tomorrows not yet lived await your embrace.
Oooo… one of my favorites of Owl’s Head Light
Well said, as usual Bob! The photo of Owls Head Light reinforces what your words conjure up. Thank you!