Breath of Autumn

     

     The writer woke up this morning in the darkness of her room. She didn't want to crawl out of bed; it was far too warm and the air was far too cold outside of the covers. But she did, pulling on her hoodie and walking to the window. The world outside was frosted over and the window was blurred with a foggy blanket.
     She felt for the camera on her desk and took hold of it, and walked outside into the icy air; the first breaths of Autumn and cold winter had settled while she slept.
     Last night, she had sat by the fireplace, shadows dancing around the room, thoughts wandering. She was quiet, she thought for a long time about a lot of things, and this morning, she was grateful to pause and photograph this tiny gift that God had given her.
     Sometimes, when the world blurs by, it's good to stop and breathe.
     Just breathe.