I’m thankful I live where I can experience all four seasons. I love spending time outdoors, soaking in every gift a new season brings. In spite of that, I’m torn when we reach a solstice or equinox. Today is the first day of fall. The cooler temperatures are a treat and I have a new lease on my running life. Still, the slow creep of earlier sundowns makes me melancholy. There’s a part of me that wants to capture a little bit of summer’s glow in a jar to enjoy in the long nights ahead. When I was still teaching, I was excited to head back to school and meet a new crop of students. And yet, I felt wistful about those last lazy summer days with my family. In the end, it’s a trade-off. As summer passes the baton to fall, I intend to make the most of every day, long or short, every season as it comes. The cycle of life continues.