“Notice that autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche Tis’ the season when we’re moved by the dramatic changes of color, the cooler weather, the descending darkness, and the barren branches.
As I’m sitting on my recliner in a corner of my “writing hut,” I look across the room and notice a cup holder with various writing essentials on my desk. What stood out wasn’t the different amount of pens I had. It was the lonely #2 yellow pencil. How could that be?
Sometimes the most beautiful opportunities bloom on the roadside where life has created a split in the road of our lives.