The change in seasons always brings about contemplation; for me anyway. It marks the passing of time much more significantly than the start of a new month. It’s the physicality of season change that does it. Suddenly I feel too warm in all my layers, and I can leave the house without worrying about a coat (sometimes).
With that comes the feeling that time is escaping me; it’s a border-line panic about something I can’t quite put my finger on. When this feeling sets in it’s time to take stock; the perfect antidote to this uncomfortable low-grade panic. [Read more…]