The subtle little signs of the seasons changing from summer to fall were in evidence up north over the weekend.
Acorns falling like rain from the trees.
Forest ferns curling and turning brown.
Goldenrod in full bloom along all the roadsides.
Pops of color from changing leaves in the forest.
And this one (my favorite). . .
In the fall, the morning air temperatures tend to be much (much) colder than the lake water temperature. As the sun rises, there is a thick mist floating on the lake surface . . . until the air warms up a bit, and the temperatures equilibrate again.
It looks mystical . . . magical. I love it!
This weekend, the misty lake got me thinking . . . because this is what happens to me. My inner-temperature is still set at "summer" -- but the world around me is turning to "fall." Like the lake, I'm slower to adjust -- and need to equilibrate to the changing seasons once more.
(Always working on finding my balance!)