Fall has officially arrived, with very little consideration for Miss Summer who is having trouble gathering up her skirts and leaving.
I, personally, feel in-between seasons, in every sense of the word. I don't know what I'm getting into tomorrow, as much as I don't know what I'm going to wear. If it's a warm sunny day, I shall be light, if it's a cold rainy day, I shall bring out the umbrella, the gloves, and make the best of it!
In-between has a "dangling" property, an unsettling sense of being neither here nor there.
In-between jobs, cities, sizes, and in my case, in-between phases of life. But in reality, in-between is an unappreciated present. We have the tendency to fill this cradle of opportunities with complaints, doubts and impatience. While we are not here, nor there, we might as well enjoy our suspension, because either here or there, is definite, entailing rules, routines and commitments that tie us down.
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