It's a good day to remember what has been and imagine what will be. The end of the year is close and a new year about to begin. Change is everywhere. She feels it inside, too. Although the sky is pure blue the brisk air snaps at her cheeks.
Winter is near.
It is the third and final harvest in the Wheel of the Year. Already, grasses, flowers and weeds have lost the strength to stand and are mixing with Her. The lusciously dank smell of compost is in the air. The Earth is beyond ripe and beginning to decay. The Wheel is turning to the darkest time of the year.