My Quest for Balance
(picture from wallpapersfreedesktop.com) Recently, I sat on a park bench. Half of me in shadow, the oak leaves sending fluttering shade over and past me. The other half bathed in sunshine, tingling, slightly burning the skin on my shoulder. Each half balances the other so that I am the perfect temperature. Every so often, I get a chill, my body’s response to the exquisite harmony. This is what fall is to me. Balance. Other seasons do not have this. Summer is hot, sticky, miserable. Winter has its bitter cold. Fall sits in the middle, a respite from their brutal influences. And, while the other seasons have beauty in their prospective natures, they cannot compare with the amazing portrait that is Autumn. Bright orange and red, balanced with mellow green and brown- even her face has symmetry. I don’t give much credit to astrology. Don’t read my horoscope, except as entertainment. But, as a Libra, I must say, I s...