Transitions are hard.

I remember this every time summer merges with fall and the weather starts to play with my emotions, teasing me with lingering heat and then shaking me awake with a bracing chill.

But, no matter the season, I like to go for long walks when I have the chance.  On these excursions, I’m reminded of the beauty of the moment.


Here is where the difficult transition is eased.  Sometimes all you need to do is look down.

xo, with goodness and grace.