every year around this time i struggle to face the reality of the changing season and the cold and wet that comes with it. to describe it as ‘abrupt’ is an understatement. this past summer was a short one and it was good, but more like a hot spell, not prolonged, but pronounced and demanding. [...]

he brought me forth into a broad place; he delivered me, because he delighted in me. the Lord lives; and blessed be my rock, and exalted be the God of my salvation.