September has barely started and I am already feeling a tight constriction across my being. My husband creases his brow and looks at my weary face – ironic as his is more than a little weary these days. 

Together we find a spot of solace in leaning into each other. He reminds me that this is a short season, I hold him close and rub his head in an effort to ease his strain. We breathe together and for a small spot of time we remain this way. Rocks fit into place.

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