In the heat of the summer of 105 degrees I longed for the cooler weather. And now I am wearing socks in my house in the morning with temperatures falling into the 50’s at night. And now I miss the heat. Wishing it to be different and then wanting it to go back. What a silly approach. My prayer is to be in a place of simply enjoying what is and not needing to compare, go back or go forward to what isn’t even here yet. The art of being present is a life long practice. I am enjoying the chilly air I am feeling this morning.