The air has a bite to it tonight. The skies are dark as we prepare for rain coming in from the west. As I make my way out from work, my mind drifts to the changing seasons. I have always found the cold air against my skin refreshing. The landscape has changed so much within the last few week, that to a visitor it would be unrecognizable.
The trees are bare and the gray muted sky reminds me of cold nights. Fall is waning, and we speed towards Winter. The days grow increasingly shorter. In the mornings the pale sunlight comes over the horizon. Soon we will be have deep cold nights full of stars.
I don’t complain if I can help it. Life is too short. I want to sped my time doing what I love. I enjoy quiet places where I can take pictures, and move around undisturbed. Like taking a stroll through a Cemetery to take pictures. They are quiet places, with an incredible amount of beauty. Many people avoid them due to their relationship to death. Yet Death is part of life. It is just part of the greater picture. Once you come to terms with that you are able to truly understand the value of your existence. So much of our experience is shaped by our attitude,
I never saw my life here, yet as I look back I am thankful. I have been through so much, yet I am stronger than I have ever been. The struggles have made me thankful for what I have. I see life through a different lens due to my circumstance. I am incredibly thankful for what I have, and would not take back on of my experiences for a moment. Everything that I have faced has shaped the individual I have become.