Island Light: Traveling

The vibrant colors of fall are shifting, the reds and yellows and oranges moving to a more modest brown. They are traveling too, from adorning tree branches to creating a path to walk on. Such is the journey of the leaf — from providing shade to offering up nutrients as it decomposes in the soil.…

– Tim Johnson

Island Light: Fall Back

An hour of sun was added in the early morning but subtracted from one’s evening activities. This annual shifting of priorities and schedules can be a grumble and groan, but comes with some gifts too. A date with the sunrise feels more accessible now, over coffee and quiet, the perfect way to begin the story…

– Tim Johnson

Island Light: Flying

What is it about the call of the gull, flying over open water, that calls for consideration? Both adament and questioning, it triggers a backward glance to former selves who walked this same path. The future is out there too, on the wing, heading for the horizon at the break of day. All this the…

– Tim Johnson

Island Light: Where to?

Forget the errands and instead choose to get lost. Go left when you would normally turn right, take the dirt road instead of the paved one (the options are endless here), agree to walk, crawl, slither or saunter rather than run or ride. The road less traveled need not belong to the far frontier. It…

– Tim Johnson

Island Light: Blissful

The signs of the season are everywhere, from atop a pile of pumpkins to beneath a fragile mushroom. Relax in the abundance of color — in the sky, the ocean and the fields. Move slowly and breathe deeply.

– Tim Johnson

Island Light: October Arrives

What do the echoes of October sound like? Burnt orange, clear skies mixed with gray days, a momentary chill that recalls a lost love. All of the above and so much more.

– Tim Johnson

Island Light: Stormy

Wind and rain arrived in force and set the tone. A dog looked out the window and said no thanks, then turned back to the nap in progress. The same thought was had by many, although some hardy souls went out to have a look at what the storm had wrought.

– Tim Johnson

Island Light: Falling

Fall beckons, waiting its turn to take the baton from summer. It is a familiar exchange, but also prone to the occasional fumble, when one season is not ready to give way to the other. Like now, perhaps. After all, the sun still sparkles with warmth, the water sends out lovely invites.

Island Light: Shine On

The light shifts — its color, its intensity, its time of day. At ease rather than at attention. Quiet and maybe a bit mysterious instead of holding forth on all manner of activities. The light can do that, shape shift so that it sings a different melody, produces a different mood.

Island Light: September’s Story

A September story takes its own sweet time. Its twists and turns prefer a meandering approach, one more suited to the end of season. Why rush, the narrative asks of its reader when everything you need is right here, among the cool mornings and dappled sunlight of late afternoon.

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