Alexandra Kathryn Mosca — Exploring Life and Death: A Writer's Journey

Autumn is passing quickly, like golden leaves blowing in the wind. The clocks changed today, and even though we gained an hour, it feels like something is missing. That extra hour means more darkness, which I don’t enjoy. As dusk comes earlier and the day grows quiet, I know I’ll miss the light. This is usually when I take a long walk to unwind, so I’ll need to do it earlier now. Still, the quiet invites me to settle in, slow down, and look inward.

This season encourages us to slow down. The darker afternoons are a perfect time to curl up with a hot cup of tea, read, and write with purpose. My writing projects wait for me now, like old friends by the fire. As I settle into this routine, I listen to the ticking clock, not with worry but with respect. As I get older, I notice both the heaviness and the beauty of time. I no longer waste it; instead, I try to use it wisely and appreciate it.

I light a candle. I open a book. I write a sentence that might turn into a story. I remind myself that even when it’s dark, I can create light.