Gratitude for quiet moments. It got warm again, waffling between last of summer and start of fall. I stood outside last night, in the dark, stars overhead, and felt a warm breeze, like the last whispers of summer carrying away all I need to release and let go of.
It's as if I am being given this in-between time, to hold onto and remember, but gently being urged toward release and moving on. It's always so hard for me to let go. I am grateful to be given time to love what is gone just a little more before it leaves me.
Gratitude Entry Submitted September 25, 2025 at 09:24AM by TurbulentGarden4779
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