I am exhausted and I am hiking a mountain tomorrow. I am thinking about deals and writing and drawing more things. Always more creating. I flip between the wanting to produce and the wanting to keep the house clear of all excess. Always the wanting. Someone smart somewhere says “love is a constant state of need.” This season reminds me of transience, somehow in its gentle light on leaves, swirling winds, time falling through the hourglass, or is that grains of sand.