I was talking to one of my work colleagues about how wide the range of temperatures has been lately. The mornings are brisk, while the afternoons turn pleasantly warm — sometimes even hot. “If you love fall, there’s something for you, and if you love summer, there’s something for you. There’s something for everybody,” we said.
Culturally, it feels like fall. Programs have begun anew. School is back in session. College football is on Saturdays. But technically, it’s still summer until September 22. If you know me, I’m trying to savor every part of my favorite season.
In a lot of ways, we’re in an in-between time. On a recent bike ride, I saw many trees just like that — in-between. Most trees are still photosynthesizing, but here and there, bright colors are revealed as the green begins to fade. This is a liminal time.
And maybe we feel in-between, too. Is any part of you… liminal?
Smuggling Grace 