Pre PS- This was written last week and am just getting back to hitting send. xo When I walked into the house I noticed the light had changed. The late afternoon, lower, fall sun was streaming in the windows. Nostalgia hit hard but I wasn’t sure for why or about what. I had missed 9 days of the slow change and it was quite noticeable. It was cooler, breezier and my fall crocus were in full bloom. Also a reminder of that ever turning cycle of life, as my recently passed grandmother had given them to me. Dug straight out of her garden when she could no longer keep up with it. Maybe that was part of the nostalgia. My yard is a constant reminder of her. I had, just days before, written to her and placed the letter along with photos of her and her kitty, Ms. Lynette Fickle (named after me, although I never asked if it was just my middle name or the fickle part as well) in the temple at Burning Man. I had said my goodbyes in other ways when she left, and had also spread part o