I pondered what image would dare to capture the emergence of autumn’s equinox. Then I observed the squirrel feverishly eating and gathering the seed I put out this morning. He made me laugh and then I saw his eye. Such a little one so vigilant in the moment. The epitome of being in only this present moment, keenly aware of sound, smell, movement, everything happening right now. No history. No stories. He was feasting upon gifted seed quenching the fire of his hunger. In such unassuming presence, the sky, clouds, sun, yea, the heavens themselves found refuge. The equinox as the dance of change, awareness, movement, and stillness. In such unassuming presence, preferring neither one nor the other, may my eyes and heart offer the same refuge and reflection for the heavens themselves.