Seasons

This morning it was actually nippy when I got up.  Even though it will be warm, we could tell the seasons are beginning to change.

For some reason it brought a tish of sadness.  I know there is not a lot more time with Murphy, and changing seasons is a symbol of time moving.  I think about having to deal with Murph during the cold, wet winter, or an emergency during the snow.  I don't know, it just made me feel a little sad.

On the other hand, fall is such a beautiful time.  Today the Harvest Moon.  The leaves changing.  Now, the way Murph walks, scuffing her paws a bit, I can hear her coming through a bunch of leaves.  Like a little kid walking through leaf piles.

Change is in the air.

Murphy's day.