Confusion

That breeze feels more like fall than summer. No sunny tree reflections on my curtains. The way they are billowing reminds me of a sail and the air filling them feels crisp. Thinking about therapy. Thinking about connections that seem so obvious and yet have eluded me for 30 some years until now. Thinking about connections pointed out to me that I don't actually get yet. That makes me anxious. If I don't understand something, it seems that much more important.