I love this time of year, the turn toward fall, the leaves beginning to blow down the streets, the morning darkness, the moon so clear.
I read The Rings of Saturn by W.G. Sebald yesterday. It is quite a book, sobering in a way, a look at rise and fall, decline and change.
I woke from a dream where a group of people were going to put me to death. I talked them out of it by the end of the dream, and there was this incredible feeling of reprieve. Perhaps every day should be lived like that, with reverence for all we do, for each moment, activity, rest, step.