Light at the end of the tunnel

An image I captured while on a quick bike ride recently. The sun was setting quickly, crickets were in chorus, and I was called to stop and witness the settling fog. This moment was fleeting, and sustaining. It filled me up for a moment – all I'm guarenteed.
If you're anything like me, as summer turns her page to fall, nostalgia and heart-heaviness sometimes wrestles me. I breathe into these moments and remember, fog will lift.