As summer is coming to the end, I can feel the tug of fall pulling at my heals. I feel a pillowy softness that beckons me into a more internal life. These images were taken while I sat in the park, looking at the trees, the insects, and the sky. I do love how the clouds speak after the wind has given them a different shape. Let the wind of fall begin the descent into ourselves, allowing our souls to mingle in the joy of being alive.