Between the Warmth and Cold

I spent this morning trying to decide whether to wear my heavy coat or just a sweater. The sun was hitting the kitchen floor, making it look like spring, but when I stepped onto the porch, the wind felt like it was still stuck in January. It is strange how we live in these thin margins, caught between the comfort of what we know and the sudden, sharp arrival of something new. We spend so much energy trying to prepare for the change, checking the weather or bracing ourselves for the shift, yet we are rarely ready when the air actually turns. There is a quiet tension in that transition, a moment where the world seems to hold its breath. It is not quite one thing or the other, but a space where both seasons exist at once. Do you find yourself fighting these changes, or do you prefer to just stand in the middle of them and see what happens?

Tisha Clinkenbeard has captured this exact feeling of transition in her beautiful image titled Where the Mountains Meet You. It perfectly mirrors that tension between the golden light and the coming storm. Does this scene feel like a beginning or an end to you?