In the center we dance

Within the circles of our lives
we dance the circles of the years,
the circles of the seasons
within the circles of the years,
the cycles of the moon
within the circles of the seasons,
the circles of our reasons
within the cycles of the moon.

Again, again we come and go,
changed, changing. Hands
join, unjoin in love and fear,
grief and joy. The circles turn,
each giving into each, into all.

Only music keeps us here,
each by all the others held.
In the hold of hands and eyes
we turn in pairs, that joining
joining each to all again.

And then we turn aside, alone,
out of the sunlight gone

into the darker circles of return.

- Wendell Berry, Circles of Our Lives


The raindrops are dancing today, on the last of summer's blooms and dripping from the grasses. The drops could change to a few feeble flakes tonight, or so they say.

For the Record,
This day came in stormy and dark with steady rain and falling temperatures. A few snowflakes may make their was through the atmosphere to here.