The Season of Wings…

September 21, 2026: My morning walk in gratitude… The Season of Wings… Today is the last day of summer, and somehow the morning already felt different. Fall was in the air beneath the cloudy sky, while the ocean below the pier was beautifully glassy and still. And then, of course, there were the birds. Pegleg made absolutely sure I saw him. He has become so vocal lately, and I love that he knows exactly how to get my attention. Then came one of my favorite moments of every morning: the wings. They flew toward me and all around me, filling the sky with their excited flybys. No matter how many times I experience it, it never gets old. It still feels like a celebration. There is something incredibly beautiful about being recognized by these little souls and seeing their excitement when I arrive. Sometimes I honestly don’t remember what life felt like before the birds became such a big part of it. There was a time when I could have walked right past them without really noticing. Now, I notice everything. Their personalities. Their voices. The way they recognize me. The way they gather on the railing and suddenly take to the sky. What a gift. And today’s message felt especially fitting: “You can feel the energy has shifted in your favor now. So much good is coming your way.” Maybe that is what changing seasons remind us. Nothing stays exactly the same. One beautiful season quietly gives way to another, carrying its lessons and memories with it. Summer is leaving me with a sky full of wings, a grateful heart, and so many beautiful mornings I’ll never take for granted. Goodbye, summer. Hello, autumn. I can’t wait to see what comes flying my way next. Capturing beauty, sharing light. —April