I feel it in the desire for a roaring fire.
I feel it in the desire to watch TV, to take in the tales on the screen while wrapped under mounds of blankets.
I feel it in the sluggish mornings and the desire to rest, rather than struggle at the computer to make form out of the nothingness on the screen.
I feel it.
Will I fight it tooth and nail and continue on with life and work as usual, plus the holiday hullaballoo?
Will I struggle and beat myself up because it should not be, or because I should not be subject to the moods and whims of Nature and a natural life?
Or will I respect it?
Will I let myself settle in on the couch with sleeping cats and work from there?
Will I let myself be lost in the stories and tales that my heart longs for and let that nourished renewed feeling of being pleasantly full flow over into my work?
Will I let myself be enfolded into what the season (the Season) is meant to be or will I once again try to, by sheer force of will, make it be what I think it should be?