Still Season #1 — When the Sun Oversleeps
When the Sun Oversleeps A quiet vignette for early September I’ve been noticing these moments. Cataloging them, really — little shifts in air, light, mood. But I haven’t been writing them down. Not yet. Not until now. Finally got the first one out — before it slips away, lost in the mist of my mind. This is the start of Still Season — a slow, wandering series about weather and feeling and the space in between. Not essays. Not poems, exactly. Just quiet snapshots from the year, caught before they fade. Here’s the first. When I wake, I wonder if the sun has overslept The seasons change. So do we. Still Season is a yearlong collection of quiet hours — the hush of snowfall, the weight of humidity, the first golden leaf. Mist, wind, thaw, bloom. Each entry catches the moment between what was and what’s next. These are vignettes of weather and mood, stillness and shift. Noticing the sky. Listening to the air. One breath at a time. One season at a time. When I wake, I wond...