Harvest Time Again
Darkness surrounded me as I walked outside onto the terrace to breathe in the slightly cooler air and feel, really feel the night. I looked up and was awed by the full moon, suspended in a frame of clouds and it took my breath away.
It was still sultry, yet not unusual for the first day of Autumn in Georgia. The feel of the warm breeze was a welcome change from the artificial manmade atmosphere indoors, as provided by the air conditioning system in our little home. The night was humid, warm and dark, after so many days of the hot summer, but it was not uncomfortable. However, I longed for the coming change of the season.
Reflecting upon the words of Walt Whitman, I felt a longing to experience the renewal of life once again: