it's fall time.

I’ve found a new appreciation for my front yard

And have been spending a lot of time on the porch lately.

Be it curled up on the rocking chairs reading to kill a mockingbird,

Sprawled out on blankets on the damp grass listening to iron & wine,

Or stretched across the front steps, conversing with my beloved cat, Dixie.

Though she is rather pretentious, and exchanges generally tend to be relatively one-sided.

Whatever the case be, 9-11 front porch occurrences in this 82 degree, full moon, cricket chirping nights have been more frequent, and more enjoyed, as of late.

And it couldn’t have come a moment too soon.

i hate this time of year.

the time the sun spends out is getting shorter and shorter,

while my work hours get longer and longer.

Fall is starting, summers coming to an end…

And I’m always saying goodbye.

You’d think I’d be better at it by now.

I hate over emotional dialogue so filled with sentiment it makes you want to puke.

So I’ll try and keep this short.

I miss you.

Not you,

but the idea of you.

And knowing you’re just…

there.

Or would be, the moment I called.

And for once in my life it’s you that’s gone, and I’m here.

I guess I’m starting to see how …

alone

I really am.

And it makes the world seem a whole lot bigger.

And makes me see how much I truly do need to be relying on my God, and solely Him.

Yeah Dixie, you’re right.

We’ve still got a whole lot of learning to do.