The Between Time

The Between Time is weird and I feel my spirit fighting against it. It wants a known quantity, a five-star review, a paved, well-traveled path. At the same time, it feels right here in the Between Time — it’s quiet, and the air is clear. It oddly feels quiet AND electric.

The Between Time allows space for what’s to come. Anticipation hovers like a loving aunt. It’s golden hour, with jazz in the background. Not the kind of jazz with the boops and bops and beeps…the kind that warms like a crackling fire.

The Between Time is comfort, all the while knowing that tension is on the horizon. There will be changes in the atmosphere: some good, some bad, some meh. So embrace the Between Time, while it lasts.

The Between Time is a blink of an eye. It sneaks in, wearing footie pajamas, carrying a warm mug of tea, with a fuzzy blanket on its shoulders. Let it.

The Between Time is here. It’s a pumpkin spice candle, it’s a golden tree, it’s a buttery-soft fleece, it’s the sound of a football game in the background, it’s the sweet/tart crunch of a honeycrisp. It’s not just okay to spend some time with it. It’s nourishment.

The Between Time is here.