There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been! Percy Bysshe Shelley Some sky views in our new abode: Above is the same path I walk each week but now emblazoned by autumn. Below is the view of the lake from our apartment, looking past our neighbor's deck to Lake Owasso and a cloudy September day. When I just can't open another packed box, I remember that there is a truth to be found whenever I randomly look up at the sky.
Rest? Camaraderie? Harmony? At any rate, these three birds have the right idea.