To me, every harvest is a vivid reminder that one season can alter life beyond recognition. There is something about the golden fields, the days that seem to last forever, and the continuous, almost meditative, work of picking up the produce that takes you to a mighty calm place. A large part of this post is about figuring out what it is that keeps the harvest time so close to my heart and so moving in both my writing and my way of thinking‍‌‍‍‌‍‌‍.