As the weather gets quite cold, I find a part of me resists the coming of winter. I don’t want to get my heavy coat out of the closet. I look out the window at 4:30 p.m. and resent the darkness. Especially as Yale activities reach a crescendo with this weekend’s festivities at the same time there is so much pain in the world, a part of me thinks I don’t have the mental space to live into this coming season. But I know resisting won’t help. I need to find time to pay attention to the changing light and temperature and my changing mood, and to find joy in all of them. This is a season of the last bright leaves, the beautiful fall light, of harvest, of ingathering, of setting into my space. I am connected to the earth, God’s creation, and I hope to relish how I am changed and grounded by that connection.