The sun is setting earlier, we can feel it ending. We don’t want to let it go.

Yet – if we spend too much time bracing for the end, we’ll miss the last moments.

And before we know it, the next chapter will have begun.

Do we recognize the new beginning in the moment that it happens?

Or perhaps it is only knowable as a memory.

You realize with relief that apprehension of an ending has been gently nudged aside by delight.

The next season has begun.