Little Sparrow

woke up to beautiful September this morning...i've been secreting waiting for her since summer arrived.

she is my favorite with her changing colors of oranges, burnt reds and muddy browns. cool inviting breezes  and windows open. rainy days and scattered leaves plastered on car windshields and huddled together in corners. pumpkins line front steps squatting on bales of hay and leaves float up to be closer. 

its a time for change, and i feel her deep in my soul.

changes are coming... whether i want them too on not. they are coming. most days i feel out of place,  i am intended to be that way, like the thunder in a raging storm. 

"Shakey Graves is blaring on the head phones, "Unknown Legend" on repeat (one of my favorite songs)

the cat is chasing her bell ball around the room and caitlin is home. in her room. sleeping. once again. some things will return back the way they were meant to be.

 one day when the little sparrow is mature enough to fly out into the world on her own, but not now.

today this mama bird can stop her mind from worry.

xoxox