Fall Back

Into my arms. Into my life. We turn the clocks back tonight, but things are moving forward. The trees line the streets with less color and more gray than the weeks before. When I ride to work the sun rises more to the south than it did yesterday. It arches over a more southernly peak of the Cascades every time I turn the wheels, like I am pushing it along it grinding path to another universe. Despite the darkness and clouds there is still the bright orb that we don't always get to see. The sun is still emitting its energy, still showering the world with life. The days are darker and colder and wetter, but I'm finding more warmth by its glow. Someone once said that nirvana is looking above the gray clouds, believing in what you cannot immediately see with your eyes. I have been struck by a few blinding rays and I welcome their sharp awakening. Because darker days do not beckon death, but bring us closer to the life above the thick autumn clouds.