i wrote weeks ago about roses dormant in the backyard. they are budding again, and i'm so grateful for the cycles of this life we live. the fall light feels different to me this year, much more present and soothing in the sun shining sideways and early evenings. my trees in the backyard loose their leaves soon, and after the brick was set and dirt turned over i imagined a whole new life spread out before me. it is not the house, it is my internal reality that shifts. but i'm so grateful for metaphor, for the understanding that all things truly do begin anew. for those days when the roses bloom.