Tis the season...

...of makeshift dinners around the butcher block
...and dogs picking up the inevitable scraps
...with football alongside on the iPad
...and a daily practice for one kid or another
....try-outs for the oldest
...and my wife and I tagging in and out, two ships passing in the night

...school on the horizon.

All things in motion.
Swirling.
Twirling.
This way and that.

...but like riding a bike,
....a familiar dance
...that warms the heart
...and fills me with purpose.

Tis the season of many good things to come.