It’s a challenge to adjust and be still when so much is changing. To be back home, to breathe in autumn when I just left spring.
Ilhabela is somewhere in the back of my mind, Sweden in the middle and Argentina in the near future. I jump from spring to autumn to summer and then back to winter.
I breathe in. And I breathe out. I look at the leaves on the apple trees that have not turned yellow yet. The rose buds that have turned brown because September has been colder than usual. I think of the water that was slowly getting warmer in the channel between Ilhabela and São Sebastião.
Although the seasons change in no particular order I know it makes sense to me. As long as I breathe in and out. As long as I keep it real and honest. As long as I admit that it can be challenging at times.