13/10/2025
Finding Our Rhythm Again
Daylight savings always catches me off guard. One day it’s dark by dinner, the next it feels like the evening could go on forever. The light lingers differently now, and with it comes that slow invitation to shift pace again.
The bottlebrush along our street has burst into colour, and my sunflowers are finally poking up, reaching for the sky. They’re still a while off flowering, but there’s something hopeful about watching them stretch a little taller each day.
I’m still easing back into work this week after some post-op recovery time, moving slower than usual but noticing more. The light. The warmth. The small signs that life keeps nudging forward, even when we’re still finding our footing.
Maybe that’s the lesson of this season… to give ourselves permission to unfurl at our own pace, just like everything else coming back to life.