I Am Pulled

            Today, I’m feeling some type of pull within me. This Summer, the Pacific Northwest was consistently warm and bright. Darkness introduced itself at nine-thirty PM. The climate on the outside mirrored my inside, and I lived in the moment, lying awake on these warm nights, too eager to sleep; all Summer, I slept very little.

            But today, I'm feeling some type of pull within me. This week, the rain has slowly introduced itself in trickles and momentary drips. The evening begins sooner, with deep shadows cast after seven o’clock PM. As I lay in bed, preparing to sleep, a cool breeze finds space in my closed window and cools my face, encouraging lethargy towards a welcome rest. I’m thinking more. I’m sleeping better.

            I am pulled to thoughts of a long Fall and Winter; I begin my time of reflection, no longer distracted by the open sky and the smell of pine, saltwater, and soil. I question decisions I've made, obsess over verbal exchanges with others that broke my comfort, and am reminded of the self-fulfilling promises I did not keep.

            I am ready for that pull. I am prepared for rain and clouds, short days, and long, dark nights. My keyboard will be the instrument for my notes of reflection. I hope to play many symphonies, and I hope you are willing to listen.