Market Morning

It was another glorious market morning. Less crowded than usual...which I guess is to be expected this time of year, as the harvest season once again is over.

Saturday mornings, specifically how quickly they come every week, make me acutely aware of the passage of time. Soon it will be winter again...without me having fully enjoyed this year's spring, summer and fall.

I drank in this morning's sun, fully aware that the dark winter months aren't far around the corner. This morning's breeze held a tangy crispness that I particularly love about this time of year. The smell of fallen leaves on the ground and withering away of living plants. Much as I dislike winter, I loving living in a climate with very distinct seasons. Too much of one thing, even a good thing, doesn't do the spirit good. I love the cyclical nature of the seasons; it's a good reminder that nothing in this life is lasting, so it's important to appreciate the what we have while they're here...even the not-so-good things. Because you know, without the bad stuff, how can we possibly appreciate the good when it does come along?

I've been thinking lately a lot about how fragile life is. We don't know how long we've got, or how long we will have the people in our lives. Normally this thought might depress me, but today it makes me appreciative of who and what I've got, and has given me new inspiration to let the important people in my life know just how special they are.

Life goes on. Before I know it, another market morning will be here and another week will be behind me. I want to make the most of the time I have...whether it's a day, a week, a year, or another 60 years.