Transitions

I am feeling a bit moody. I am not very good with transitions. And it is a transitional time of year, the hot and steamy summer suddenly giving way to a chilly world. Leaves are turning colors, birds are flocking. Geese are practicing their great aerial V's. My hiding place on the deck is not so sunny and cheerful as it was just a short time ago.

I think enduring transitions easily requires perspective. And that just isn't my strong suit. I am a here and now kind of dog. If I thought about it, I would know that sunny days follows gray days, just as gray days follow sunny ones. And that chasing a squirrel will be just as fun tomorrow as it was yesterday, even if I don't see one today at all. Or that if stealing crackers two weeks ago was bad then stealing them last week was bad too and so will stealing them next week. But I just don't think that way. My Person says I don't think much at all, most of the time.

And generally that is true. I just am.

But today I am thinking, mainly because the rain is keeping me from the active life. And this is what I think: I want it to be sunny now, and for a squirrel to run by. I want crackers to slip off the counter when I walk into the kitchen. And mostly I want us all to be forever young.