A change of seasons is just around the bend. Shadows that loom a little larger and the light that recedes a little faster these days. This used to be my favorite time of the year, a transition inward. Not so much lately, as that inwardness that a few years ago seemed like a cozy respite between projects, now seems like a hard and cold narrowed space, a diminishing. Of possibilities or perspective? Hard to tell when one stands in the narrowing shadows.