First Fire


This is a time of year when I feel between.

Between
Summer and Winter.
Between
Feast and Famine.
Between
too Warm and too Cold.
Between
Full nest and Empty nest.
Between
long Days and long Nights


I like this time of year, I look forward to the longing for a little more time. When I build my first fire as I did this past Sabbath morning, I feel between.