I am a sunset kind of girl. I love the colors, the ever-changing light, the metaphor and the melancholy that a sunset can bring.
It becomes painfully obvious how much I love sunsets when I look at all the sunset photos I have taken. I will trouble you now with an entire post of sunset photos. Some are unremarkable, some are beautiful, but they all were taken over the course of two evenings at the same beach.
There are a few more photos that I want to take time with, to edit and make them into something really nice. I will post them as they are finished, but it will likely be a while.
I think it's safe to say that I am done with the Silent Summer. I have struggled to find my words lately and maybe I just need to start writing again. Maybe they will come back to me. I can't promise that I will have anything to say. I worry that all I will write are to-do lists and already-done lists. My storytelling mojo is still running low, but maybe I just need to practice it back up.
We are winding down this summer and school looms ahead, not just for the kids, but for me as well. Chris will be traveling a lot this fall and I'm not sure how this is all going to work but I know that changes are on the horizon for our family. My mind is resisting the changes and the stretching that it knows are in the near future. I am not focusing well and wrestling with the desire to keep things easy and to do only what I want to do, not what I need to do. That has never been a fight that I've fought well, but I need to try again. I am hounded lately by the knowledge that I can't do all of it. I can't do everything I want to do. Some wants will have to give sway to some needs.